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lazycats-stuff · 2 years ago

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I love the Jason Todd x Jokers son it's awesome!

I actually have another idea while I lay with my cat lol batfam/Jason Todd x brother reader (like he's the biological son of Bruce but a lil older than Damien) he has a close relationship with Jason compared to his other siblings and he ends up getting captured by Joker?

You got it! I'm glad you like it, I was a bit worried that I didn't write it well, I have never written such dynamic before. Again, let me know how it turned out.

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, Joker being the Joker, Jason losing his mind, blood

Jason waited outside of (Y/N)'s school. He wanted to take his favorite brother back home. They didn't have a chance to hang out this week, because the teen was swamped with exams. Jason swore that (Y/N) didn't sleep this week. Poor kids...

He smiled once he saw him at the entrance, talking to his friend. He leaned on his motorbike, crossing his arms. He waited until (Y/N) saw him and then opened his arms. (Y/N) ran into them, hugging his favorite brother.

" Hey mini Bruce. " Jason joked as he hugged his brother back.

" Stop it, I look nothing like him. " (Y/N) said.

" Yeah sure. " Jason said, ruffling his hair.

" How come you came to pick me up? "

" Well, I know you stay later on Fridays. And I wanted to hang out with you. I missed you this week. " Jason mumbled.

" Aww. I missed you too Jay. But if you had a plan to take me out, please don't. I just want to sleep. "

" You got it. I was going to take you home anyway, you look like you are going to drop dead. "

" Wow, okay. " (Y/N) pretended to be offended, sitting at the back of the bike. Jason handed him the helmet and (Y/N) put it on.

" Hang on bro. We are going to be back home quickly. "

Jason turned on the bike and started driving back to the manor. It was a perfect day for a nap too. It was cloudy and if you were from Gotham, you knew for a fact it was going to get rain. So it would be perfect for a nap.

When Jason sat down, (Y/N) wrapped his arms around Jason's stomach to hold on. Jason revved the motor and started driving. It was a quick drive back to Jason's driving skills. (Y/N) had hold onto the bike when they got back.

" I'm not a bad driver. " Jason defended himself watching his younger brother.

" Say that to my legs. Jesus. Next time pick me up by a car. " (Y/N) said, managing to steady himself.

" Come on. You need to eat and then sleep. "

" Can you nap with me? " (Y/N) asked, using his puppy eyes.

" Of course I can. But you need to eat first. I think that Alfred made something with fish. "

(Y/N) nodded and went inside the house.

" Let me take your bag up to your room. "

Jason took the bag while (Y/N) went straight to the kitchen. He didn't find Alfred, but he did find a container with his portion. He let out a yay and took the container and a fork to sit at a kitchen island. He took his phone from his pocket and put it on the kitchen island.

He dug in, happy to eat something. The teen had a small breakfast today, not enough to get him through the day and he was hungry all day, despite the lunch he had. It was a stressful week for his family too. Joker was up to no good, but more than usual.

He still doesn't get it how they still do it. On patrol until late in the night, injured, seeing stuff that would make his stomach turn. Was (Y/N) trained like his brothers? Yes. But he didn't want to become a vigilante, he wanted to be a normal teen. And he didn't consider himself strong enough to become a vigilante.

And... He didn't tell anybody this, but the reason why he was up until 2 or 3 am this week was because he was worried for his brothers and father. There were times when he couldn't sleep until he knew that his brothers and father were in their rooms and even then he either went to Jason's room or Bruce's. He truly didn't know what he would do if something were to happen to his dad or Jason.

" Hey, what are you thinking about? " Jason said, sitting across from him.

(Y/N) was startled by Jason, he must have been thinking about this for so long that he didn't hear him.

" Jason, don't sneak up on me. You scared the living shit out of me. " (Y/N) said, taking an another bite.

" Oh, come on, you will live. " Jason laughed.

" Ha ha. Very funny... Are you free tonight? I need you to drop me off at a friend's house. We wanted to have a sleepover. " (Y/N) said quickly.

" Okay. Is it the brunet guy? " Jason asked, taking his jacket off.

" Yes, but his name is Cody. For the record Jay. "

" Okay, okay. " Jason laughed, smiling at his younger brother. " I will drop you off tonight before I go on patrol. Does the old man know? I don't want him blowing a fuse. "

" I texted him, he said it's fine. "

" Okay. Which bike you would like? " Jason asked, smirking.

" Screw you Jay. "

Jason cackled like a madman, leaning back in his chair.

" Okay, I will take a car to drop you off. Don't worry. "

" You always make me worry Jay. "

It was Saturday evening, a day after the sleepover and Jason was getting worried. Jason went to pick (Y/N) up a few hours earlier, but Cody, the friend said that (Y/N) went already. Jason was confused at first, but then noticed the cameras in the neighborhood. He called Bruce to tell him to get the footage. Something is off. Way off...

He searched the block for any evidence, his gut refusing to believe that everything is okay. What the hell happened last night? Maybe Cody was lying, but Jason could tell if someone was lying. Shit.

And the time for (Y/N) to go missing too is far to weird. Joker wanted something from Wayne Enterprises, they got intel that he wanted to get guns that Wayne Enterprises was storing at the moment. They were old and were supposed to be destroyed, but there was some delay.

Jason took his phone and called (Y/N)'s phone. He was back at Cody's building, waiting to hear (Y/N)'s voice. He froze once he heard the familiar ring in an ally. He ran into the ally, finding the phone near the dumpster.

He knelt down, getting the phone. He blinked a few times, trying to fight tears. Jesus Christ... No. Not him. Out of all the people, not him. He called Bruce with shaky hands. His hands never shook.

" Jason? Where is (Y/N)? "

" Taken. I found his phone near the dumpster behind Cody's house. " Jason stated, trying not to cry.

" Okay, I will obtain the footage for the entire block. Is there anything out here that might help us? "

" No, I searched the entire block, there is no signs of struggle. And Cody said that (Y/N) had left already, but I think someone threatened him to go. "

" Okay. Until we get the footage, we can't do anything. Come back. "

Jason hanged up, going back to his car and driving like a maniac back to the manor. He is not going to allow himself to waste a single second. He won't be holding back. Not when it comes to (Y/N). He was protective of all of his brothers, but he was really connected with (Y/N).

He ran towards the cave, wanting to know if there is anymore development. The rest of the family was already there, surrounding the big computer.

" And? " Jason asked.

" He was taken, but we can't connect the kidnappers to any Gotham rouge. " Bruce said.

Okay, an outsider then. That would take some time, but they would get the intel soon.

" Okay. So, we need a suspect. Who the hell wanted to take (Y/N)? " Jason asked.

" Somebody who wants money? Maybe for ransom? " Tim suggested.

" Or someone who hates Bruce? " Dick added his suggestion.

Bruce didn't say anything, obviously thinking. He had a lot of enemies, both as Bruce Wayne and as Batman. So the list wasn't small... Far from it...

A ping on the computer alerted them all. It was from the news, the anchors telling that this is the footage of (Y/N). The family froze, looking at the screen like they were hypnotized.

Everything was fine until Joker came on screen. Jason froze completely, eyes widening. No. (Y/N) was bound to a chair, gagged, with blood over his face. Joker was showing his face, clearly proud of his handywork. Jason's eye twitched.

" Now, I want the weapons from the Wayne Enterprises and I will let the boy live. "

The tape stopped and it returned to the regular program. Everyone slowly turned to look at Jason. Jason took a deep breath, before flipping a table near him. He let out a yell, before rubbing his face.

" Jason, you need to calm down. " Bruce said, trying to calm him down. If he goes out, he will kill somebody.

" CALM DOWN?! "

The boys moved away, trying not to get in the crossfire.

" I will be calm when (Y/N) is back here and Joker behind bars. That's that. And if you need me, I will be out in the city looking. "

" Jason, we need more info! You can't go out this mad! " Bruce yelled after his son.

" Too fucking late! "

Bruce stood up, going to change into his suit. He doesn't want to Jason to kill the Joker, he would regret it and it wouldn't do anything. Tim stayed behind to track down the footage.

They barely managed to catch up with Jason. It took them 15 minutes to calm him. Jason was already a deadly individual, but when mad? Get out of the way.

" Jason, we need to think. We need a plan of action. " Bruce has tried to explain, but Jason laughed.

" A plan of action? We need to get (Y/N) out of there! I can't let him go through what I did! I can't!" Jason yelled, before he took a deep breath.

" Jason, you need to compose yourself. I know it's difficult, but now your judgment needs to be perfect and not impaired. I know you are angry and I know you are getting flashbacks, but you have to... Shut the emotional part out. I know how it sounds, but when dealing with the Joker, you can't allow the emotions to take over. "

Jason was quiet as he listened to Bruce. As difficult it is for Jason to admit this, he knew Bruce was right. He can't allow his emotions to lead him.

" Do we have a lead? " Jason asked, trying to breathe.

" No, Tim is still looking, but we do have all known Joker's warehouses and other similar locations. We can start from there. We will split into two teams and start searching. Jason you are with me. Everyone, stay in contact. The moment you get something, call it in. "

The boys nodded, Jason simply stayed still, seething with anger and adrenaline.

" Come on Jason. " Batman prompted, walking to the edge of the building. Jason followed, still mad and angry. Nothing can calm him down. Absolutely nothing.

It has been hours and Jason was getting angrier and angrier. There hasn't been any leads in regards to (Y/N) and he was losing his mind.

" How can you be so calm? " He asked Bruce, who was calm. It irritated him beyond belief.

" I have to Jason. I can't allow myself to be guided by emotions. I can't make any mistakes. I don't... I don't want to lose him like I lost you... " Bruce admitted, looking away.

Jason was shocked by this admission.

" What? "

" I can't lose another son to Joker. I barely got over your... Kidnapping."

" Really? " Jason asked, petrified by this new piece of information.

" Yes. I searched for you just like you are searching for (Y/N). Despite what the Joker told you, I never stopped looking. "

Jason looked away, away from Bruce's eyes. He swallowed, trying not to cry. He clenched his fists and then released them.

" Hey guys, I managed to track him. Bruce and Jason are the closest to the docks. It's an old warehouse and be careful. Bring (Y/N) back. "

Jason and Bruce agreed and started moving. They are going to get him back now.

Jason paced outside of the cave medical part. Alfred wouldn't allow him to enter. They brought (Y/N) back, but he was beaten, had his nose broken and dislocated shoulder. Jason was only thankful that (Y/N) was under a lot of painkillers.

The mere process of getting (Y/N) back was rather simple. They took out Joker's goons and Jason got some revenge. He found a crowbar and while Batman was busy with freeing (Y/N), he has beaten the Joker. He didn't kill him, he just made sure he would be recovering for the next year. He smiled at the memory. It was etched into his memory.

" Masters. " Alfred said, closing the door.

" And? " Jason asked impatiently.

" He is going to be okay. I reset his nose and shoulder and gave him some stronger painkillers. He is going to be out for a while. I prepared a bed for you too master Jason. "

" Thank you Alfred. "

Jason stepped into the room, taking his shoes and jacket off. He looked at (Y/N), simply sleeping. Now he could sleep and protect (Y/N). With a last glance to (Y/N), he laid down and closed his eyes. Now everything is the way it should be.

#dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #jason todd x male reader #batfamily

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daydream-with-twist · 1 year ago

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Yandere Jason Todd x female reader

So this is part 2 make sure to check out part 1 as well in the future I’ll be adding some new character that is y/ns friend that is trying to find her as Jason tries his best to hide her in his apartment etc hope you enjoy!!

(Ps hope my English isn’t bad if so sorry about that)

Warning : Yandere behaviour,

Jason walked towards his bed, and leaned down on his bed thinking about ideas on how to keep you inside the apartment.

Meanwhile, you were taking your time in the shower, embarrassed by the fact that you probably smelled very bad in front of him. You couldn't remember the last time you had showered.

When you were finished showering, you put on the clothes he had provided. They were quite big on you and exposed the upper part of your body. The t-shirt was almost exposing your breasts, The pants were slipping down as well, and you had to hold them up so they wouldn't drop to the floor.

you slowly walked out of the bathroom and opened the bedroom door, only to find him not there.

“Where was he? Did he leave?” You thought, as you gazed at the apartment. It was beautiful and a nice building

And then, suddenly, you heard a noise from somewhere nearby…

Jason opened his bedroom door, walking out to find you standing in front of your bedroom door. He let out a little chuckle at your appearance, wearing his clothes.

"Wow, you look great!" he said, with a slight smirk on his face. Seeing you in his clothes, he couldn't help but feel a touch of smug satisfaction.

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes a little, trying not to show a hint of embarrassment. "They're too big for me," you said, looking to the side.

"Well yeah, I told you that," he said, approaching you. "Let's have a conversation in the living room," he continued, guiding you toward the living room by gently holding your shoulder.

You couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. He was probably going to kick you out soon, since you were just a homeless girl in Gotham. You were going to be back out on the streets in no time, you thought to yourself as you kept walking toward the living room.

Jason was smiling the whole time, as he kept looking at you. The way you were holding the pants up from falling down was so cute in his eyes. It almost made him forget everything else around him, as he only thought about you and kept looking at you.

But then he quickly shook his head, trying to remain focused. He sat you down by the couch and then sat down next to you.

He looked at you with loving eyes and a warm smile. As he opened his mouth to speak, but he quickly stopped himself and looked to the side, You could tell he also felt nervous.

You felt bad, you thought he probably was having a hard time telling you to leave.

As you were about to speak, he moved his hand to hold yours gently. "I want you to stay," he said, as your eyes went a little wide in surprise.

"It's not safe outside," he continued. "And like I said before, I...I want to protect you." He looked at you with a soft smile, still rubbing your hand gently.

"But...Jason..." You were about to speak again, but he cut you off with a serious tone in his voice. "You don't have to work. I will provide!"

"It isn't safe out there for you, Y/N," he continued, while holding your face with his right hand. "This city is filled with evil people on the streets, and I don't want to see you in any danger." He said, sounding overprotective a bit.

You were surprised by the shift in tone. He genuinely looked serious. And he looked like he wasn't taking "no" for an answer. But you couldn't help but smile a little and blush a bit from the way he was acting towards you.

"Okay...I'll stay, Jason," you said softly, with a smile.

He let out a sigh of relief, happy to hear your answer. Then, he gave you a surprise hug, holding you affectionately. "I'm so happy that you decided to stay with me!" He said, smiling.

"I know this is like.. maybe too much for you.. BUT i promise I'll keep you safe" He kept the hug going, holding you tightly.

You are happy and felt safe for once you smiled overwhelmed with emotions in your heart

You hugged him back and said “I.. I don’t know what to say… But thank you so much for your kindness Jason!" You said, holding back tears.

“No problem.. I’m happy to help” he said.

Jason petted your head gently, thinking to himself "yes...this is going as planned...she is mine, she is mine ALL MINE NOW!" He was so happy that you agreed to stay with him. This was making him fall in love with you more, even after meeting for just a short time.

he looked at you for a minute then he leaned in to try to kiss your forehead. But, his phone rang, interrupting the moment quickly.

"What the hell..." he thought, annoyed that this moment with you was interrupted by a phone call, but he didn't show any annoyance on his face.

"Give me a minute," he said, smiling. He picked up his phone from the nearby table, but you couldn't see who it was due to the phone being in Jason's hand.

Batman was calling... Which meant something came up, and Jason had to come to the Batcave quickly. Jason didn't pick up the phone call, closing it instead. He looked at you, confusion evident on your face. Who was it that called him? You thought.

"Y/n," Jason continued, "I have to go. Something important just came up that I forgot to do today. I'll be back soon, alright?" He said, giving you one last hug before letting go.

“Oh.. okay! I understand..” You said, You wanted to ask what was going on. but you kept it to yourself

Jason walked towards the front door, opening it. But, before he went out, he looked back at you and said "Stay here, okay? Don't leave the apartment. I'll be back soon, I promise," he said, somewhat demanding. Once he was done speaking, he closed the door and locked it.

Now you were alone in the empty apartment, wondering what was going on and why he left in such a hurry. "Maybe he got a call from work?" you thought to yourself, but it could be anything. Walking to your bedroom, you decided to lay on your bed, feeling the bed's texture on your skin. It was so comfortable and cosy.

Meanwhile, Jason was already in his car, driving fast towards the Batcave. He was clearly annoyed that he couldn't spend more time with you. With a mad expression on his face, he picked up the phone when Batman called again.

"What is it? What happened?" he said, sounding annoyed and rolling his eyes.

"It's Penguin," Batman said.

Upon hearing this, Jason let out a heavy sigh. "Be there soon," he said, hanging up the call.

He kept driving and he couldn’t help but think about you

"I wonder what my darling is doing right now...all alone," Jason said, sounding slightly curious. "I hope she doesn't try to find a way out or anything..."

"Okay, Jason, just remember to take things slow. You got this.. she isn't going anywhere As she's trapped in your apartment, she can't leave... I made sure of that," he said to himself, trying to remind himself that his plan was going as planned.

Then Jason smiled a little, thinking to himself, "God, she looked so cute in my clothes." He chuckled a little.

"I should get the job done as soon as possible so I can go to a store and buy her some clothes that will fit her..." He thought to himself.

"I can't wait to spoil my princess with new outfits," he thought, his eyes sparkling with delight and excitement.

To be continued…

#yandere jason todd x reader #yandere batfam

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cheriekos · 26 days ago

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The Haunting of Wayne Manor - Unedited Excerpt (Birdflash Ghost AU)

Hello once again sharing a WIP because it’s sucking the life out of me. This snippet is from my autumn Birdflash WIP (currently titled, tentatively, The Haunting of Wayne Manor - not at all related to the haunting series I literally accidentally, subconsciously stole the title and now it’s stuck lol). It is a Ghost AU! It was meant to be a short, cute little Halloween vibe type of fic and then my brain sabotaged me and now there’s plot. So now I’m spending a lot more time on it than I anticipated. Here’s an itty bitty piece from it. Unbeta’d, very unedited, probably some spelling & grammar mistakes in here. This excerpt may not end up in the final fic and may be altered later on. Happy reading!

Birds chirping, the scratching of the branches at the window - then the laughter of a boy, right at his ear, hot breath causing goosebumps to rise.

Wally nearly jumps out of skin. He takes two shaky steps backwards, flashlight wildly chasing the figure in front of him. Between one blink and the next, he sees colors of red and gold, little accents of green - he blinks again, and the first thing his eyes land on is a scarf. When he finally breathes, lets clarity clear his vision, he realizes - he knows that scarf. Old, pilling, but still the warmest thing he owned - covered in the scent of Aunt Iris's autumn candles.

Green eyes meet blue. Wally feels the cufflinks, warm against his chest.

"It's you." Wally breathes. "Dick Grayson."

The lights blink rapidly, churning to life above them. The clock on the nightstand begins to tick, tick, tick. All at once, the room seems to come alive again - and the young man in front of him takes a deep breath. Like the one you take after having been submerged underwater for so long.

"My name," He says, in wonderment. "You know my name."

"It wasn't easy to find," Wally says, still staring in disbelief. "You weren't easy to find."

"No, I -" He blinks, words stoping abruptly. He touches the red scarf - a move that seems more of our habit than anything else. "That doesn't seem right."

Wally feels his chest ache - this was exactly what he hoped wouldn't happen.

"I found your name in a really old article from a Metropolis newspaper," Wally says, unsure of what to do that now he had Dick here. Momentarily tangible and present, no longer wayward in the veil. "Someone really didn't want Dick Grayson's name to stick around. I tried every source in Gotham, even trying to find old records at city hall -"

"Seriously?" Dick says, incredulous. "You did that? Just to speak to me again?"

"Well - yes." Wally crosses his arms. "What else was I supposed to do?"

"We spoke once," Dick says, almost arguing. "You could've written me off as some hallucination or some weird kid pulling a prank on you -"

"And I didn't," Wally says. "I believed it when you said you were a ghost and needed your name. It took me a while, but - I did it. I'm here."

And what now? Those were the words he didn't speak out loud.

Dick continues to stare at him, lips slightly open as he took in Wally and his response. Wally felt a strange sense of deja vu roll over him - this wasn't the first time Dick Grayson tried to pry some knowledge out of him by staring him down. He gestures to Dick, trying to deflect some attention of himself.

"You grew," Wally remarks. "Last time I saw you, you were barely ten."

"I died when I was twenty," Dick says, absentmindedly. He blinks a few times, then looks away from Wally. "I think."

"Twenty," Wally says, quietly. Twenty. Only a year younger than Wally. Barely in college. Couldn't even legally drink yet. Some many milestones never reached, so many years lost - it makes Wally's chest ache. There's very few moments where dealing with ghosts truly hurts. Helping elderly ghosts find their way to whatever their end was, that didn't hurt so bad. Kids - that sucked. Teenagers were rare. This? This felt visceral. Looking into the face of someone who could've been Wally's classmate or friend, had they been born together in the right era.

He swallows down his empathy for now. "Why'd I meet you as a kid, then?"

"...I'm not really sure," Dick says, softly. "I don't really remember. I just felt like - there was light in the house. And I wanted to match it."

"Light?" Wally asks.

"Yes," Dick says. "You."

"...Oh," Wally says, faintly. Don't get hung up on that, West. "Light - as in...?"

"Like..." He reaches for the scarf again, twisting the edge of it between his fingers. "Playing outside in autumn. Drinking from the hose after playing in the dirt for too long. Climbing up trees and scraping my knees while doing so."

"Like being a kid." Wally says.

"Yeah," Dick says, gaze sliding back to Wally's. "Something like that."

"And now?" Wally says, looking at Dick up and down. "You're an adult because...?"

"I suppose it's because you are. Same light - just bigger. Brighter." Dick shrugs. He taps the scarf. "Helps that I have this."

"Yeah, helps with being more - tangible." Wally says.

"Oh?" Dick says, with a quirk of the lips that felt strangely dangerous to Wally. "An expert in ghosts, now are we?"

"For your information - yes, yes I am." Wally says, puffing out his chest slightly. "I have nine years of ghost hunting and ghost aiding under my belt, thank you very much. The only person who knows better than me is - is the guy I met on the ghost hunting forums when I was twelve."

Dick gives him a dead stare. "Forums?"

"...Oh my God, you probably died in the 1950's, didn't you?"

Dick's eyes widen. "What year is it?"

#birdflash #dickwally #fic writing #writing progress #ao3 writer #I have. So many ideas. So many ideas for this fic. I need to read more comics for it which feels insane to say #It will feature parts of the flash family and Batfam which……….didnt mean to do but now I’m committed so 💀#I’ll probably continue this after my surgery in November and after I finish work so i will not be publishing in time for Halloween booooooo #I really wanted to get it done before then but alas. I just HAD to do have plot and not just silly ghost romance >:I

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j0kers-light · 1 year ago

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His Lighthouse: Trust and Fall (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Trust and Fall

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series summary:

Y/n is an aspiring writer living in Gotham City and struggling to find her next muse. Her recent novel is getting all the buzz, earning her far more attention than she signed up for. But when a chance encounter results in her nursing The Joker back to health, will she find the time to write another best seller or will her own story become front page of the Gotham Gazette?

chapter summary:

It's in the title people. After the constant push and pull, Joker must finally trust and fall. Whoever said it would be easy?

author’s note:

WARNING CLIFFHANGER AHEAD!

Me and Joker's pants officially have beef. I had to edit this chapter too many times because I forgot he was wearing jeans and other minor details (Y/n's hair, shoes, the exact day in the storyline. Did you know the girls went to the club on a Thursday?) I'm sick of Joker wearing pants!! 🙄😂 Also to immerse yourself into Joker's mindset for this chapter, do please listen to The Wilhelm Scream by James Blake. Thank me when you get to that part in the chapter. Next chapter already has 1K in the drafts lol. I'm inspired... shoot me.

Also!! Happy Juneteenth! 👏🏾👏🏾

Taglist!

@blackreaderatrisk @twinkledinkle @clemdango04 @l3ejm @tears-of-amber @what-an-angell @kaidennnnn @darthjokerisyourfather @thatsnoteii @dollster @cheetahspy

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Distant waves roared in the background as two lovers made their own melody there upon the shore.

The beach was empty since the hour was pushing well into the night, yet the two lovers were still caught up in their own world syncing their passion with the tides. If someone were in the area, the nearby ocean provided natural cover for their illicit affairs.

You bared down hard on Joker's shoulders as you came for the second time. Fresh, hot tears dotted your lash line as you swayed in place and cried out. "P-Pleasse, Joker.. I.. I c-can't!"

He knew your body better than yourself. The moment you pitched forward, he quickly stood to catch you— not wasting a second to lay you down on the sand. You gasped at the foreign texture touching your skin but Joker was right there to distract you from it all.

You reached up to caress his scars and for once he didn't jerk away in disgust.

He kept his glowing eyes fixated on you as he kissed your palm. He couldn't limit himself to just one kiss; no. He trailed his lips up from your palm to each individual finger. So much care was bestowed upon you; you didn't know the hand could be so sensitive.

Joker unlocked so many of your erogenous zones for future exploration. His focus on your fingers gave you enough time to catch your breath.

"J-Joker.. what are we doing?" Your question hung in the air as Joker pulled away to take you in.

You were lying prone on your back, hair askew and laced with sand but you looked breathtaking. A beam of light flooded the shore as the lighthouse circled overhead, highlighting your lust blown eyes and heaving chest. You looked f__kable and ripe for the taking.

Then everything was dark again and still, you shined. You shied away from Joker's hooded gaze. Too bad there wasn't much to cover up with. Your strappy dress was virtually useless and you felt more exposed than ever.

Joker's body swayed slightly, as if intoxicated, yet he remained alert enough to drive you insane. His eyes burned holes into your skin and the motion was amplified when he bit his lip, groaning.

"What're we doing? I was.. enjoying.. my dessert. I have quite the sweet tooth, re-mem-ber?" To prove his point, Joker ran his fingers along your skin, sending shivers in its wake.

"I-I remember.." You choked out.

He pushed the fabric of your dress up to your waist and chuckled to himself seeing the slick mess between your thighs. "I wanna 'nother taste."

Maybe it was instinctual or perhaps it was just Joker moving them aside but your legs parted like a delicate flower after hearing his desires.

Joker watched in a trance as you bloomed for his gaze. He removed his shirt before working on his stubborn zipper. He had yet to take his eyes off of you; however, you could sense the urgency in his actions.

"Joker..." you caressed his bare chest and reached his fly to assist when he smacked your hands away. "..ow, lemme help."

The only response you got was a sharp glare. Joker was on a solo mission to rid any barriers separating you from him. He just finished taking his pants off when you sat up to kiss him softly.

"Wait." You sighed on his neck. You trailed your kisses down his chest and tried pushing him back.

"Bunny. I can'T. Wait." He gritted through his teeth.

You heard the restraint in Joker's voice as you guided him to recline back in the sand. By the time you reached his navel, he was panting. "Impatient.. little. Ohhh Y/n..."

He watched you spit into your hand but he didn't put two and two together at the time. You quickly familiarize yourself with the weight and feel of Joker in your hand.

Soft, yet oh so rigid with prominent veins running up his shaft, Joker felt perfect in your fist. You never pampered him before and decided to take your time while you had the opportunity. Joker was always in control and gave gave gave. Never once did he consider—

"Yeahhh. Just like that.." He sighed as you gave him a test stroke.

He hissed, feeling your tongue dart out to slowly lick him from base to tip. You let your breath fan over the pinkish tip and watched as a bead of cum oozed out.

When you finally sucked the tip into your mouth and hummed, he was unable to stifle his broken whimper. The rush of power you felt rendering a man like Joker to winded pants was extraordinary. You wanted to hear all that he had to offer.

Of course that power went straight to your head and it gave you the confidence to go all out. With a mischievous grin you relaxed your jaw and swallowed him whole. Joker's head fell back in ecstasy. His hand found a home in your wind blown curls and used them as leverage. You'd fuss at him later for messing it up. Screw all of that right now.

Although Joker didn't initially buck his hips into your mouth, he made sure his grip on your hair controlled your moments. He didn't know if he'd last if you went too fast.

"Slow. Slowww..." He warned.

You rubbed your thighs together hearing Joker moan your name.

You rested your hands on his legs and let him guide you for a bit. He set a nice pace to slowly work himself up. Joker tasted odd, but not in an overly unpleasant way.

Honestly with his diet you were expecting the worst. It took your taste buds a sec to adapt to it but with the way Joker used your mouth like it was his personal fleshlight, you would definitely be doing this in the future. There would be plenty of time to familiarize yourself with his cock.

Hearing Joker's hitched breath and slurred speech sent tiny lightning bolts straight to your pussy. You gagged on his length and regained control back from Joker.

You sucked in a deep breath before bobbing your head up and down faster and jerking what little left of Joker that didn't fit down your throat, with your hands. Things got messy rather quickly and Joker seemed to thrive on it.

"Gooooood girl, that's my fuc— Ahh! My girl treatin' me so well! You want it that bad, doll? Wanna make me fe-el good, hmm?" You felt his pace falter, he was getting close, and you wanted nothing more for Joker to spill a load deep down your throat.

In fact, you craved it.

You encouraged him by humming around his cock- which only made him tighten his grip on your hair more and growl like a man possessed. Your jaw was getting tired but you doubled down your efforts to make Joker feel good. This was the first time you sucked him off. It had to be perfect so he would ask you to do it again.

He didn't know why he didn't instigate this before. Your mouth was so warm and wet, he literally couldn't focus on anything other than you bobbing, twisting, and sucking him to nirvana. He was almost embarrassed by how fast you got him off.

Joker was right there, teetering over the edge, but not quite over. He needed that final push so you provided it by locking eyes with his pools of juniper. Your eye contact as you sucked him off proved to be the cherry on top. This was not how he wanted to finish. As much as he enjoyed your mouth, there was another hole he wanted to cum in. That became the deciding factor for him.

"No! No no no no... NoT yet." He pushed your head away and reeled in his control.

He panted like a bull trying to curb his release. The random sea breeze did not help. His cock ached and the cool air hitting the wet surface was utter torture. You enjoyed every minute of Joker's anguish. A stroke of your finger and he could burst but where was the fun in that?

There were advantages with delayed gratification.

One, he would last longer and when he did let go, you'd see stars. You'd believe Joker was the one that hung them in the night sky once he was done with you.

Joker smirked to himself and finally calmed down. He opened his eyes and spotted you lying on your back staring at him with a smug grin. The sight had him throbbing just as badly as before. You thought you were in control. How cute.

He'd have so much fun putting you in your place.

"Mhmm, you taste so good." You twirled your tongue around your wet fingers to tease Joker. You swore you saw his eyes flash just then.

Something about playing with fire excited you. You knew you'd get burned but a part of you wanted to risk it all just to make Joker snap. You were the only person who could tear him apart and he only trusted you with the broken pieces. Only you could put him back together. His shy, quirky, adrenaline junky. Such an adorable cocktail you were.

If his Bunny wanted to play a game, fine. He'd join in and play the part of the big bad wolf. You yelped when Joker lunged forward to yank your dress off.

He caught your warning glare and snickered under his breath. So you heard that teeny tiny rip. You'd berate him for it later but at least the thing was still intact. He really wanted to tear it into two but he was mindful of his ruthlessness, (this time) plus he didn't want to hear your whining.

Well, at least not about clothes.

The high pitched whine that left your lips after he bit down on your nipple, now that was music to his ears. Joker was out for blood. He tossed your dress aside and wrestled your hands away from touching him and slithered one of his own down to your weeping core.

His lips left your breast with an audible pop to chuckle mercilessly when a gush of wetness coated his awaiting fingers.

"My, my Y/n! Just what could ma-ke a girl this.. wet mmmh? Did sucking my dick get cha all hot n' bothered? Oh c'mon bunny, you can tell meee."

Joker was a jerk if he expected you to reply as he rubbed fast circles on your clit. You could hear how wet you were with each flex of his hand. You cried out in agony and Joker's manic laughter soon followed. His sadistic side was rearing it ugly head and you'd be lying if you said you hated it.

Right as your legs began to shake uncontrollably, Joker pulled away and sucked on his sopping fingers. "Mhmm, you taste so good." He mocked.

Joker didn't give you a second to recoup. He quickly bottomed out within your walls with a throaty groan. You on the other hand opened your mouth to scream but nothing came out except a wheeze, sounding a bit like his name. The sudden stretch left you lightheaded.

He hunched over your body and grabbed fistfuls of sand, trying his hardest not to succumb to your fluttering walls. You squeezed his dick so tight, he couldn't move. The sharp sting of your nails dragging down his shoulders helped regain some semblance of clarity but it wasn't enough.

Once you relaxed around him (the lies, you were still clamping down on him like a vice) Joker flexed his hips to test things out. You hardly let him escape.

You whimpered as his second thrust stretched you out completely. "Ahh my Light, you take me.. sooooooo well. I-Is this okay?" He cooed down at you.

Usually you would've acknowledged his check in but not today.

It was insane how Joker could find your g spot like a bloodhound within the first few strokes. His aching tip was already knocking against it, as if marking it for demolition.

You drew in a shaky breath and found Joker's hypnotic green eyes watching your every facial expression. Your mind was gone but he still needed your consent. He was fine with waiting all night buried deep within your warmth until he got it.

For a brief moment all was still on the beach as Joker took in his Light. You were the only entity that deserved his full undivided attention. If possible, Joker fell right then and there all over again.

Your hands reached out to cup Joker's face and he didn't break eye contact with you to kiss your balmy skin. He wanted to slam his cock repeatedly into your pussy but he held back the urge.

You were almost coherent, he just had to be patient. Then he saw your slight nod. It was his cue to roll his hips and thus the spell was broken. You whimpered gently from the sensation and a thought struck him as he found a good rhythm.

Joker tipped his head back, laughing. "Hey Y/n, it's your.. first time at the uh, beach, and you're ahhh— already having sex. Such a... mmhm, f__k, Bunny you're so tight! I reallllly am a bad influence on ya huh? Greedy lil pussy." He whispered the last part to himself in between thrusts.

You shuddered at his hushed praise and cried out. "F-Faster, Joker."

He raised an eyebrow at your broken plea. "Ohh? Faster? Are ya sure?"

You pulled his hair and received a sinister growl far louder than the ocean waves. The orbiting light hit Joker just right, casting him to be the devil incarnate with his marred grin. You were in for it big time.

"As you wish, my Light." After that, Joker lost himself in the feel of your body.

He took what he wanted from you and gave it back tenfold. He sped up until tears dotted your lashes. He didn't stop even when your back bowed off the sand like an exorcist gone right. Sand was all in your hair with how you tossed it side to side in pleasure.

Joker flipped over at one point so you were on top like the proper goddess you are.

Tonight was a first for everything apparently. He let you have the spotlight and it was quite the rush. Joker's attention was focused solely on you and nothing else. You felt exposed in the midnight air and your fear of being seen crept to the surface until Joker's hands began to roam over your body reassuringly.

If there was a flaw you were self conscious about, Joker eradicated it from your mind. Each caress was an offering to your melanin altar. The skin on skin sensation was euphoric and Joker slowed things down to give your body even more attention if such a thing were possible. It felt like his calloused fingertips were everywhere. Just because he slowed down didn't mean his thrust into you weren't powerful.

Slow and deep was the name of the game and with the current position, you were filled to the brim with each pump of Joker's dick. His tip kept grinding into your g spot with each slow grind and it felt like he was in your throat again.

It was proving to be too much to handle yet you still gave it your all and worked your hips in crazy figure eights, riding Joker straight to your peak.

Your hands sought out anything they could grab ahold of and Joker's hands happily found their favorite hold on your hips. More bruises to add to the collection that never healed. They were a testament to Joker's obsession to have you as close to him as possible.

His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth as he continued to abuse your g spot over and over. Joker was having way too much fun watching you beg for something you couldn't even say. Lust had clouded your brain and dumbed your speech. If being a cruel lover kept you trapped in ecstasy, moaning those sinful melodies into the night air, Joker would never stop. You sounded angelic crying out for him.

He wanted to torture you even further and used his thumb to rub erratic circles on your clit. The reaction was instantaneous.

You tried saying his name but only the first letter escaped from your lips. He loved it.

"Shh shh it's okay, Y/n. You.. f__k meee, you feel so d__n good! You can call me J if ya want, doll. I'll call you.. fu—"

One particular thrust made him choke up when you clamped down on him unexpectedly. He chuckled darkly under his breath. "Imma call you m-mine. My Light."

Joker had enough of this slow and steady s__t.

He dug his heels into the sand and began thrusting his hips up into you at breakneck speed. You gave up riding him a long time ago but you screamed at the new pace he set. It was borderline assault at this point, but it felt exquisite. Pain and pleasure; it was one and the same.

You clawed your nails down his abs, leaving bright red welts, some bubbling up with blood, and chanted Joker's now shortened name over and over till your voice grew hoarse.

"Atta girl. Mmhm-ark me up my Light." His words fizzled into subdued whimpers from the pain kissing his skin.

He hoped spanking you covered up the moans he made. As if you were coherent enough to hear them. You were too far gone. "J, I'm..I-I!"

His hips lost its rhythm but you came undone still babbling his new nickname like a hymn. Your hand flew up to your head as it swam in pleasure while everything else around you came crashing down. Joker loved seeing you riding your high. You glowed from the inside out, it was almost too precious to witness.

You were truly his favorite strain of drug and he was dangerously close to overdosing. Joker lost the willpower to hold back and ascended to a different plain. He couldn't think straight, he just yanked you down and poured his heart out in the heat of the moment, straight into your ear.

"My light.. all m-mine. You.. you complete me.."

He gave up trying to keep quiet. Nothing else mattered except prolonging your orgasm and finding his own, which wasn't hard to do. With the way your pussy was spazzing over his dick, he had mere seconds hold you still before he painted your walls white with his cum.

"I.. can't.. stop." Joker bit down on your shoulder to stifle his loud groan as he worked the last of his cum inside your pussy. It pained him to continue however, a primal need to keep going overpowered all thought.

An unexpected orgasm slammed into you like a freight train as a result. You sobbed and convulsed in pleasure. Joker held you closer and only stopped when his passion gave way to exhaustion.

Everything was fuzzy and hypersensitive and the nearby lighthouse shined too bright, or perhaps that was just your aura blinding him.

Joker could feel each ragged breath you took while lying on his chest. Still connected with no plans of separating; he was content on floating away but once you shivered, his protective instincts kicked in no matter how exhausted he was. His throat was dry yet he cleared it to check on you.

"You uhh, you okay, Y/n?" His hypersensitivity picked up your hair shifting on his neck. A weak nod.

Joker wanted a verbal confirmation so he brushed his fingers down your spine. You jerked weakly, "Mm–mkay, just sensssitive."

That was better. He weakly chuckled, "Yeah.. me too."

An aftershock hit him mid sentence and you whined feeling him throb inside.

Everything was heightened times a hundred. Joker could see each star up close in the night sky and swore he could feel every grain of sand as it touched his body. He could tolerate the coarse texture but this was your first time at the beach. It must be unpleasant at this point.

It wasn't much but Joker draped your dress over your body to ward off the midnight chill. Your body heat was enough for him. Then both of you dozed off with the ocean waves as white noise.

It was rare that Joker slept in.

He was grateful you introduced him to the joy (and health benefits) of eight plus hours of sleep, however he was still a creature of habit and retained some of his light sleeper tendencies.

Years of staying alert trained him to snag the bare minimum amount of sleep in order to stay alive. If there was any noise, he heard it. Nothing got past him, not even a flicker of light. Call it paranoia, anxiety, whatever. Joker called it survival. However nowadays, Joker could sleep like the dead through an earthquake. He was still on the fence if that was a good or bad thing.

When Joker woke up, lying on a proper bed, not coarse beach sand, he had every right to panic.

He didn't remember much after dozing off on the beach but the embarrassing walk back to the SUV? Now that? That he remembered very well.

The lighthouse was off but the sun had yet to break on the horizon. He didn't realize just how exhausted he was until he stumbled back up the steep shoreline and almost cracked his head open. You thought it was hilarious. He grumbled out a few threats that only made you snort louder.

You tried to help Joker despite him adamantly refusing your assistance. Like clockwork he was back to his old callous ways. Little did you know.

To you it was obvious that Joker only cared about you during sex. After the desire died down, he turned cold. His weird, out of character behavior, where you were the Light in his dark, corrupt world had vanished just as mysteriously as it had appeared.

You were back to being Y/n, a thorn in his side that he only tolerated when he wanted his dick wet.

You tried not to let that get to you but the constant reminder hurt. You enjoyed your heated trysts with Joker but dang it, you were a romance writer! You desired more from him. It was in your nature! Deep down you knew you wouldn't receive anything else from him and knowing the truth hurt far worse.

Five months, Y/n. This is just temporary. Nothing more, nothing less. Please don't complicate things further.

You took a breath to expel your negative thoughts and focused on helping your exhausted lover to the car. It was like herding cattle. A cranky Joker was infuriating, yet equal parts amusing. Thank goodness he didn't have any knives or other weapons for him to make due on his many threats to you.

You wondered what he could actually achieve with a vegetable peeler. Nope. You didn't want to know. It could make good material for the WHB's fourth installment. Maybe Hunter could take up knives instead of archery.

By some miracle you got Joker buckled in the passenger seat but you ran into another problem. Joker roused out of his nap a few times to the sound of your worrisome rambling and the SUV's safety systems beeping.

It had been ages since you drove okay?!

You had a bad habit of talking to yourself when you were under duress and trying to navigate the SUV back to the beach house was proving to be quite the task.

Joker made driving the luxury vehicle look so easy earlier but you were already behind the wheel and you refused to let Joker drive in his current drowsy state. He was a terrible driver fully awake. Just imagine him now with one eye open. You were not dying today.

You just took things slow and panicked the entire time. "Bruh! I'm in my lane, I promise!"

The navigation calm's voice also reminded you of the upcoming turn half a mile out and thank goodness. The island was pitch dark with little street lamps to illuminate the roads. You stole a peek at your passenger slumped in his seat and dead to the world. He deserved to rest after flying for four hours straight earlier.

You would never take the subway for granted ever again after today.

Somehow you got the two of you back to the house in one piece. You were shaking like a leaf. The long day had officially caught up to you. You yawned and found yourself resting on the steering wheel to catch a few z's before heading inside. That's how Joker found you. All he needed was a quick power nap to rejuvenate his energy bar.

He cracked an eye open and noticed the SUV was parked in front of the house with you slumped at the wheel.

He overheard your nervous one sided conversation on the drive back to the house. Joker was so proud of you for driving for the first time in years and in an unknown city to boot! He wanted to reward you for such a job well done but for now he would acknowledge your exhaustion. You weren't moving any further on your own. It was time for him to take over.

Joker unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. He spotted your bright pink heels in the backseat next to his white sneakers and paused.

"She drove barefoot? Now that's kinda hot." Joker mused to himself as he opened the door.

Joker removed your seatbelt and tried picking you up. You groaned in protest but relaxed when his voice floated in your ears.

"Time to get sleeping beauty to bed, yeah?" He bit back a grin when your head lolled back and forth in agreement.

He had your permission now. And you went willingly once he wrapped his arm under your knees and secured a good grip on your back. You were out for the count yet you never looked more breathtaking to him. Your cheeks were still flush from your most recent orgasm and your hair was absolutely ruined.

The beautiful curls were all but gone and he could make a sandcastle with the amount of sand trapped inside. You'd yell at him later for that amongst countless other things. And for once he'd take the blame.

He eyed the slight tear in your dress and cringed. At least it wasn't torn in two.

Joker's green eyes roamed your features from the SUV all the way up to the master bedroom. He was so lucky to have you and he needed to fix things so he could keep you.

Joker took great care changing you out of your dirty outfit into a clean pair of pjs before lifting your head (shaking it free of sand) and oh so gently placing your bonnet over your hair. You'd have to wash it soon but at least it wouldn't be a tangled mess. He would never hear the end of it if that happened.

You looked so peaceful all tucked into bed. Joker wanted to join you but first he had to straighten out some loose ends.

He couldn't help but to reach out and trace your parted lips with his thumb.

He tensed up when you moaned his name and began to stir. He thought you were waking up, which was fine by him, although you needed your rest. He'd have the whole weekend to mess with you. After a while you settled down and curled back up. He would join you very soon.

But first, a phone call. Frost is gonna be so pissed..

Joker needed some time away from Gotham City to think. He needed to work out this new development between the two of you and brainstorm a solid game plan going forward.

You ruined each and every one of his goals. Sure he still wanted to watch the world burn, but now that he found his Light, things weren't so simple anymore.

He could still terrorize the city but what about his most precious secret, vulnerable and subject to danger? Two Face already got his hands on you once. Joker couldn't afford for a second chance to occur. Right now Dent was unable to retaliate but once he reassembled his organization, what would stop him from hurting you again? Or rather someone else?

Joker needed to establish better safeguards and backup plans to counteract those backup plans— something he never did before. Enough was enough. He couldn't play around with your safety anymore. He thought of this and your newfound role in his life as he stripped down and crawled into bed behind you.

You were so unaware of the dangers lurking around you, him included. His poor defenseless Bunny. Joker never considered himself as your knight in shining armor. He was supposed to be the villain in your story, not the savior.

Joker wondered how things would be if you never met him back in Chinatown that day.

For starters you'd still be sheltered in your apartment like the introverted Princess you were, still writing stories you could only imagine yourself living. You would be naïve to him and the ever present danger in Gotham City; having never experienced it firsthand. Your charity gala would have gone off without a hitch and maybe you would be actively working on the fourth installment to Will Hunter Bill instead of being laid up with him with a target on your back.

Your life would be normal, no doubt boring, but otherwise safe and blissfully unaware.

Joker often wondered how you'd react if he just left; no warning or explanation. He bristled just thinking about such a horrid scenario and held you closer.

Joker didn't have the strength to desert you like that. Perhaps before he became emotionally involved he could have. Joker should have left when he still slept on your antique couch, back when his gunshot wound was fresh, and when you feared him more.

But for some unknown reason, he stuck around. Joker was known for killing hostages yet he allowed you to live despite the way you talked back to him.

You fed him, nursed him somewhat back to health, and let him sleep under your roof, not expecting a single form of payment in return. You did it all out of the kindness of your heart. Looking back, Joker was doomed from the start. You had some kind of power over him. You wormed your way past his defenses right from the beginning and rooted deep.

He should have never agreed to be your temporary roommate. That was his first mistake. He should have never cared about your feelings and most importantly, he should have never gotten romantically involved.

But your sweet face wet with tears after Frost rescued you from The Prosperity was the catalyst that finally did him in. That was the night Joker kissed you for the first time. The night he vowed to keep you safe, even from himself.

"I won't leave you again, bunny. I won't Y/n. I promise."

Joker began to realize just how precious you were after that night, even when you left to be with another. Absence truly made his heart more obsessed, or however the saying went.

Those two weeks were the darkest days of his entire life. Watching you get kidnapped immediately after your return was the last straw for his sanity. He became a nervous wreck until he got you back in his arms. Joker has been trying to prove he's the right choice for you ever since.

He didn't understand much about this love stuff. He did know that he fell hard for you.

Might as well since you wanted to be with him despite the odds. You deserved so much better but there wasn't anyone else in your opinion who could compare. Joker just didn't know that part yet. You had your claws buried deep in him and he wasn't going anywhere and the feeling was mutual.

The two of you crossed the point of no return a long time ago. Joker was finally opening his eyes to the truth.

He revealed his face, a crucial part of himself, to you. He trusted you with that secret. There were so many aspects of himself that he kept sharing that even he didn't know about. His identity, his feelings.. he laid it all bare for you. You could have it all. Joker trusted you completely and he hoped that you trusted him in like manner.

You.. did something to him. You made his head all staticky and his chest heavy and tight. He didn't know about his goals and dreams anymore. They didn't matter anymore. All that he knew was he fell so deep he might as well love you. Joker finally accepted it and it hit him like a ton of bricks.

He frowned up at the ceiling. Was there supposed to be more to this? Maybe if you were awake and could hear him say it it would feel more celebratory.

Joker glanced down at your peaceful face nestled in his arms and decided to practice. "Bunny, I uhhh.. I. I um.."

This was stupid. He could mentally say it all night long but when it came time to verbally say it— ugh!

He couldn't speak it into existence just yet. What if you didn't feel the same way or thought he was crazy and kicked him out of your life? You disrupted his life with that illuminating smile of yours; he didn't want to see it go away all because of three simple words.

This is why he never got emotionally involved!! Joker feared nothing but in that moment, watching your shoulders rise and fall in time with your gentle breaths, he feared you knowing his true feelings. He feared being rejected. He feared loving you.

Joker wondered why as he fell asleep and it was the first thing on his mind when he woke up alone.

The covers were pulled back on your side of the bed and all was quiet in the room. It was rare that Joker slept in and it was supposed to be impossible for you to leave the room (much less escape the tight grip he had on you) without him rousing awake.

He was slipping but that was a concern for another day.

Operation: Find Y/n took top priority.

Maybe you went to the bathroom or got restless and roamed around the house. You did have bad insomnia. These were more plausible scenarios however Joker's thoughts were never safe and they took a nosedive into darker territory, assuming the worst. Anything might've happened as to why you weren't in bed with him.

Did Two Face manage to track you down and steal you away? Did Batman somehow find the house and convince you to leave? You were technically Joker's hostage. Not like you were acting like one; that narrative was destroyed a long time ago. But still. Fat chance of Batman believing you were here of your own accord though.

Your disappearance could be an inside job. Joker didn't have much rep here in Massachusetts (he really needed to pay them a visit and strengthen their bond.) The small gang here could have sent hitmen to the house to kill him off but found you instead.

Go for the lover; make them suffer. It's a foolproof tactic that Joker ingrained in his men. No harm no foul towards them for listening to his instructions...

Or the worst scenario.

The incident in Atlanta, (that he should have handled more efficiently) could have followed him here. Joker really hoped that wasn't the case but all of his fears of losing you evaporated when he smelled food in the air.

Of course you were cooking. 'Breakfast is the most important meal of the day'! you always reminded him.

Joker shook all of his negative thoughts away. No one took you away. You were safe here with him. He repeated that mantra as he rolled out of bed and stepped into some pants to go put his doubts to rest. It wouldn't be the first time his sick mind played tricks on him. Sometimes he had to see things to actually believe them.

And you were a sight for sore eyes.

You were dancing in the kitchen when you heard footsteps descending the stairs. As far as you knew, only you and Joker occupied the house so without turning around, you called out your greeting.

"Morning Joker!" You set a plate of eggs on the table right as he walked in the kitchen.

You found the duffel bag he packed since your hair was freshly washed and styled into two curly space buns with two wayward strands framing your face. You still wore the matching pj set he dressed you in having nothing else to wear.

Joker was still shirtless and it allowed you to take in all of the scratches your nails left when he came closer to wash his hands at the sink. "Uh... good morning Joker."

He pulled various drawers out on the hunt to find a fork, completely ignoring you and your greeting. You blinked in disbelief.

"This man and his flipping mood swings I swear." You thought to yourself.

"Boy.. I know you ain't ignoring me. Joker. Joker?!"

He found some utensils and walked right past you, much to your ire. His focus was on the food you laid out on the center table. Simple eggs and bacon but it smelled heavenly. You even made biscuits, stacked neatly on the side.

"I know you hear me, J. Are you suddenly deaf?"

He smirked and pecked your cheek in passing. "No I'm noT." You shoved him away and crossed your arms.

Joker snickered as he grabbed a steaming biscuit with his bare hands. You stared at him until things finally clicked. "J?"

"Yeah, Bunny?" He hummed while cramming bacon and eggs into his makeshift breakfast sandwich.

Joker was such a man child; it irked your soul. Why did he bother searching for a fork if he planned on eating with his bare hands? You slid a jar of jelly you found in the fridge his way and he wasted no time drowning his biscuit monstrosity with it. The man had a sweet tooth like no other.

You made a face, both disgusted and amused at the sight. "Wowwww. So you only respond to J now?"

"If you got a new nickname, so did I." He bit into his sandwich and no surprise, grape jelly oozed out the sides, making a huge mess.

It was more sugar than nutrition at this point yet he was onto something. You built a sandwich for yourself and asked, "Great another nickname. Like I don't have enough already. What're you calling me now?"

Joker rolled his green eyes towards you. You were seated at the table eating your breakfast like a prim and proper lady unlike Joker who attacked his like a starved man. He blamed prison for his lack of manners.

He looked up at the ceiling as he chewed loudly in thought.

"Mmm... take a guessss, Y/n. I kept chanting it in your ear last night after each.. hard.. thrust." He reached out and traced the curve of your ear affectionately and the flirtatious action sparked your memory.

You remembered now amongst other things. This orange juice was very good! Some time passed as you stared out the window, drank your juice– anything to avoid Joker's knowing eyes.

You were sore this morning with Joker being one hundred percent at fault and he knew it.You cleared your throat and faced Joker who was openly smug with his stuffed cheeks and jelly stained lips. And this was the same man that rearranged your guts last night. Honestly..

"R-Right. That. I'll admit being called Light will take some getting used to." You jumped when Joker hooked his arm around your chair and dragged you closer to him. "J.."

You were killing him. His shortened name sounded so sweet tumbling from your lips like a prayer. He licked his mouth clean before leaning in.

"It's what you are. As a writer... I hope you uhh, under-stand.. the ah, deeper meaning." You listened to the cant of his voice and which words he stressed and didn't. It was a performance every time Joker spoke and it made his words far more important.

"I-I do but.." You trailed off.

Joker hummed offhandedly and kissed down your neck. Curse you for putting your hair up into buns. He had free access to do as he pleased. His lips were sticky as they came in contact with your skin. His agile tongue cleaned it right away.

"J.. stop. Our breakfast is getting cold a-and.. mm, we are not having sex again after last night!" Now that made him pause.

The temperature in the kitchen dropped a good ten degrees. "..and why noT?" He drawled.

You shivered seeing his jade eyes pin you in place. If looks could kill, you'd be floating in the Gotham River. You had to answer carefully so Joker didn't take offense.

"Let's just say, umm, sand got in places where sand shouldn't be?" You winced and looked away.

Thank goodness Joker was smart and put two and two together. He quirked an eyebrow as his eyes darted from your lap to your e/c eyes.

"Does it hurt?" He saw you shake your head.

"Nothing a soak in the tub won't fix. I saw a big one in the master bath upstairs. I'll do that later though." You turned back to your plate, polishing up the meal you made before reaching across the way to add a spoonful of fruit to your helping. Joker watched somewhat lost in thought.

He noticed you liked fruit. You always kept the fridge at your penthouse stocked with a wide variety and while on vacation your taste buds craved it.

You bit into a juicy strawberry right as Joker asked, "Can I join ya?"

His eyes were locked onto your lips but you covered it to answer him. You and your dumb manners.

"Joker." He grumbled and you rolled your eyes. "J," you corrected yourself, "I need space and you might not believe it, but so you do. Everyone deserves some alone time every now and then."

Of course Joker didn't agree.

You could tell by the frown darkening his face. It made his scars more pronounced and harsher on the eye. You wondered what nonsense he was gonna spout when he shifted to face you. "I thought that uhh, nasty mood of yours was gone. WhaT. Gives?"

Joker was confused when you heaved a sigh. You pushed a blueberry around your plate and tried to explain things.

"That 'nasty mood' is called a social burnout. It's an introvert thing, not like you could relate. But, it never goes away completely. It's always lurking in the background like a dark cloud ready to dampen my mood. When I don't have enough spoons to handle all of the social events Cindy schedules for me, I suffer through and face the inevitable. A 'introvert hangover' lasts indefinitely until I mentally recharge. If I don't, then I slip into depression. So I'm sorry to burst your bubble if you thought one trip to the beach, and umm.. a-amazing sex, fixed my mood completely."

The kitchen was quiet after your informative speech.

Joker was kind of disappointed to learn he didn't cure your sour mood. It just meant he had to try harder. Your confession opened his eyes to the fact there was still so much that he didn't know about you. You were still a puzzle he would never solve.

"What else are you hiding from me, Y/n?"

Joker's question caught you off guard. "Huh? Oh uh.. well I guess a lot of stuff but I mean, we're even. There's a boat ton that I don't know about you." You mused.

Joker felt embarrassment for the first time. He was trying to pry information out of you and it instantly backfired. You shared so much about yourself and he rarely returned the favor.

"But it doesn't matter. I know enough." You pushed your plate away and stood up to stretch.

Joker was left in a daze as you blatantly disregarded his failure at being more open with you.

The two of you were trying to be a couple however he still kept so much from you. Even if he was Gotham City's most notorious criminal shrouded in mystery, as his lover? Roommate? Friends with benefits? Whatever you are! You deserve to know more about him.

Which begged the question; what were you to Joker? He wanted to say those three magic words so badly.. but would it change anything if he said them?

Labels. What a concept.

"Hey J, I found this on the front porch this morning."

Joker was forced out of his thoughts when you walked away to grab a manila envelope. It crinkled loudly as you passed it to Joker.

"It looked important and I um.. well I didn't want to bother your operations so I didn't mess with it." You explained with a sheepish smile.

"Good girl." Joker praised you and ripped open the fat envelope to peek inside. You flushed at the compliment but noticed Joker's entire mood change thereafter.

Whatever it was inside, it wasn't good. Joker's facial expression didn't change but there was a subtle tick in his jaw and his grip on the folder tightened as he briefly glanced over the contents.

"Is... everything okay?" Jade eyes flickered over to you.

You saw so much yet so little swirling within his guarded glare. Trust was a two way street and both of you gave it freely but in that moment, Joker put up a barricade to keep you out.

"It will be. Listen Y/n.." He flung the missive onto the table and approached you slowly.

You knew things were serious. Joker held your gaze and not once did he exaggerate his words.

"I don't want you going anywhere alone for the foreseeable future." He rubbed your arms in what he thought was a reassuring manner but it did the exact opposite.

"Joker. You're scaring me."

He couldn't fix his lips and tell you the truth. He needed to be strong to protect you. Somehow he would find a way around this and keep you safe. He had to. Joker couldn't stop your incoming tears but he could hold you close and offer support.

"Bunny, I never, never, want to scare you mkay?" Joker leaned back so he could tip your chin up to look at him. "I— um. You know I got you, right?"

You replied back, "I-I know..."

Joker sighed and pulled you in for another bone crushing hug. It was on the tip of his tongue. Why couldn't he just tell you? This was gonna eat him alive until he finally said it.

You picked up Joker hesitating with his words and it wasn't his usual theatrical kind either.

Something wasn't right but this unexpected affection from Joker outweighed your fear of the unknown. You weren't used to him being affectionate outside of the bedroom so you soaked up the feeling while it lasted. You wrapped your arms around him but when your head turned to rest on his chest, your eyes landed on the ominous envelope.

It looked so innocent lying on the table. You wondered what it contained to have Joker so concerned.

He placed kisses on the crown of your head and rubbed your back in warm, erratic circles. Everything about this touchy moment had butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Perhaps Joker did care about you– just in his own special way.

Maybe just maybe, he felt the same way you did.

Joker held you for like forever until you yawned loudly.

He thanked you for cooking breakfast and whisked you back to bed, claiming you needed a nap. You didn't protest since you were rather sleepy from getting up so early. You woke up sometime around seven with a full bladder and a roaring stomach. You found the bathroom just fine but tripped over something on the way to the kitchen.

For someone who 'didn't plan ahead' Joker did just that.

A duffel bag filled with more personal care products, underwear, (how he got a hold of them you weren't quite sure) and etc. were mixed in with his things and the wayward weapon. You pulled out your favorite brand of shampoo and a magazine clip of bullets. Honestly you weren't even surprised anymore.

After washing and styling your hair, you rummaged through the kitchen in search for the necessary pots and pans needed to cook breakfast.

Whoever prepared the house for the weekend stocked the fridge but it was still bare compared to what you were used to back at home.

They expected you and Joker to just spend one night. You hoped Joker moved the itinerary around in order to stay for the weekend. You liked it here and it was good for your mental recuperation.

A Saturday nap would do you some good but you couldn't go to sleep to save your life. The only reason Joker tucked you in was so he could read over whatever was inside that envelope without you looking over his shoulder. A part of you wished you peeked inside when you first found it.

You stepped outside to get some fresh air and spotted it lying on the ground. It reminded you of the unmarked brown box Joker's goon gave him at the airport, so you brought it inside, thinking nothing more of it as you cooked breakfast.

Now well after the fact, your curiosity was itching to find out what it was. It had The Joker rattled so it must be something big. You wiggled under the covers coming up with possible scenarios like it was some huge plot twist in a book. You were caught up in your imaginary theories, you failed to notice Joker watching you from the bedroom door.

He was leaning on the frame enjoying the show as cute little pouts weighed down your lips. You must've been doing some intense thinking, he almost felt bad for interrupting.

"Did you even ~try~ to sleep?" You jumped and whipped your gaze to the door. Joker looked oddly normal standing there.

His hair was swept back and with his arms crossed you could admire his muscles in all their glory. Joker was the ideal build in your opinion. You noticed his sleeping pants hung low on his hips and you were shocked to see angry red scratches all over his body in the morning light.

He followed your stare and laughed.

"Oh these? My Bunny got some claws on her. Marked me uP real gooood. Wanna see the back?" He winked and turned around before you could tell him yes.

You did uh.. quite the number on him. Joker had several irritated welts running down his back. When did you even....? You glanced down at your nails in shock.

Joker grabbed your hands as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Mhmm, you did that Sugar. Andddd. I. Loved. It."

Joker bopped you on the nose with your own finger. Of course you jumped. He was acting weird. He must've noticed your side eye since he leaned over you to kiss you gently. You could never say no to that.

"What's that pretty lil brain thinkin' bout, hmm?" He asked. You were frozen in place when he hummed and kissed you again. Surely you were dreaming.

You managed to fall asleep and this was your dream. A different version of Joker who took his time learning the curve of your lips with his own. Joker who took a deep breath before cupping the back of your neck to guide your lips more on his.

A different lover who thrived on the soft sighs that escaped your lips but didn't push things further unless you wanted to. Light caressing on your body proved Joker had a far gentler side that no one would ever know about except you. He leaned back so you could see emeralds shining down at you. He even looked at you differently!

The flecks of gold in his eyes reflected the devotion his mouth failed to express. Speaking of..

Joker parted his lips to speak, "I need to tell you-"

You reached up to grab ahold of his hair. "No.. no more talking..." Your finger wound itself around a brown curl and tugged. "Just keep kissing me, please."

Joker searched your eyes for something; whether he found it or not, you'd never know. He heard your plea and swallowed up your airy whine with another kiss. Nothing else was spoken.

Okay so maybe you and Joker did talk a bit. Well talking with your bodies for two days straight.

He treated you like royalty, the Light in his life, the sole meaning to his cruel existence. There wasn't a second that went by that you didn't question Joker's intentions with you. They were clear as day. You felt stupid for thinking otherwise.

He took your knowledge about introvert burnout and did everything in his power to nip it in the bud correctly. He took you out to buy some clothes and also to stock up the fridge to meet your standards. A stroll to an ice cream parlor was the perfect setting to announce the two of you were staying in the Vineyard until Monday.

You dropped your cone as you tackled Joker with a hug. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You chanted.

He could still feel your body squeezing his own in the midday sun. A hug had never felt so good. The kiss that followed was ten times better.

Joker disappeared for a few minutes and you panicked until he reappeared with a devilish grin on his face and a replacement ice cream cone, (insert favorite flavor) of course.

You remembered the taste of it as he drove you back to the house, holding your left hand with his right, despite you griping about his horrendous driving. Not once did you notice the faint aroma of flowers. Once again Joker was acting strange, asking you to put up the groceries while he handled some things.

You rolled your eyes but left him to own devices as you rearranged the groceries inside the fridge. Half an hour later, Joker scared you half to death, jumping out from a blind spot and tugging you up the stairs– going on about some kind of surprise.

He stood behind you, covering your eyes and doing a terrible job at navigating, until he lifted them away and flipped your world upside down.

"J... when did you..?" You walked closer to the bathtub where tea candles and fresh roses floated in the water.

It was the perfect romantic scene straight out of your favorite novel. You swore it was corny when done in different variations of media but now that you experienced it firsthand, the gesture was so sweet.

"You wanted to soak so I uh.." He waved at the setup, at a loss for words. It was dark in the bathroom but you still noticed Joker licking his lips– a sign of his nerves.

"Just. Bathe or whatever so we can have sex late-rr."

He left you to it and you tried your hardest not to laugh at his flustered retreat. You'd never seen him so nervous before. It was cute. Joker could be considerate in his own unusual way. You were sore from the beach sand so you didn't waste the hot water and you thanked Joker for his kind gesture later on that night. And the night after that and.. ahhh, you get the idea.

Joker had you addicted. If you weren't tangled up in the sheets with him, you were enjoying the vast grounds on the property.

There was a trail leading towards a private beach, a mini flower garden, and the detached house had another patio that rivaled the main terrace. You sat out there with a notepad and pen to dot down a few ideas for your book almost all Sunday afternoon.

The words flowed naturally from being surrounded by serenity. There was no such thing as writer's block when your mind was so clear. Quite honestly, you couldn't remember the last time you took a vacation to reset your brain. Was it before you started writing the sequel to WHB? That felt like such a long time ago. You went to visit Mom and Dad at the beginning of this year but that didn't count as a getaway.

This short weekend that Joker carved out for you was a true vacation. You'd remember this excursion forever. Joker made sure of that with everything little thing he did.

Unfortunately the weekend came and went and now it was time to return to reality. You mourned the moment when Joker would revert back his cold, detached demeanor. But that wasn't the case.

Joker woke you up early Monday morning with gentle kisses down your spine while ambling off the day's itinerary on your skin. First, finish up the food in the fridge, followed by a quick shower together, before driving to the airport to board the jet back to Gotham City. Joker would fly again and he encouraged you to nap during the four hour travel time. He expected the arrival time around 10am.

You assumed that once Joker was back within Gotham's city limits he would be his old self again but he surprised you yet again.

Once he landed the plane, he helped you down the stairs, (you were not a morning owl) and into the idling car on the tarmac. You were waiting for him to hop in behind you but instead he was sounding off instructions to the driver.

"Take her direct-ly to her apartment. Do not stoP for coffee. She goes straight home." His voice was deep and menacing to his goon and it sent shivers down your spine hearing it.

This was The Joker everyone feared. He was turning to walk away but you quickly rolled the window down to call out to him. "J wait!"

He smiled to himself hearing you use his shortened name more frequently. Joker was too stiff you mentioned one night as the two of you lounged out on the terrace.

"J sounds more personal, more intimate you know?"

Joker had yet to officially talk to you about his feelings but you easily noticed his behavior change towards you. His devotion to you wasn't limited to just the beach house. You needed to know that even if he couldn't verbally communicate it.

"Aren't you coming back with me?" You asked him through the window. You could barely keep your eyes open, you were so tired.

Joker sighed and walked over to rub his thumb against your cheek. He concealed his face the moment the plane touched down on the tarmac but you instinctively knew the corners of his mouth were tipped up in a smile.

There was always a smirk on Joker's face when he looked at you. His Light gave him a reason to smile. And this was the Joker you knew and never feared.

"No baby doll. I'll be bacK before you uhh, notice.. me gone, mkay?" He pushed his mask down enough to kiss you and sent a glare at the driver who dared try to watch.

Just because he was openly affectionate with you didn't mean it was an invitation to stare. He was definitely killing this idiot later.

It was just another thing he needed to inform his men about. Establishing tighter security, reviewing protocol on manners, (revolving around you) some extensive damage control and burning old bridges for a brighter future. He had a lot to cover today.

You knew what Joker was gonna say next. "Yeah yeah, don't wait up. I get it. You can go" You waved him off.

Still had a mouth on you..

"Watch iT, Bunny." He narrowed his eyes but stepped away so the town car and the second vehicle trailing behind it could leave.

From now on you'll have a security detail 24/7. He was a fool for not assigning one before everything happened. But things are different now. He was determined to keep his Light safe. Joker had half a mind on calling them back and going with you but he was serious on debriefing his men today.

He needed to visit home base and by no means did Joker want you caught up in his organization more than you already were. There would be a clear divide between you and his work in order to keep you safe.

Still, he never took his eyes off your car until it turned the corner. He had a bad feeling about this.

Joker's goon dropped you off at your penthouse and sped off before you could even close the car door. You rolled your eyes and fished out your key before walking into the main lobby.

Everything was the same and the front desk attendant still greeted you warmly as you asked if there was any mail or messages. Surprisingly nothing came since you left for Atlanta Thursday night. Your bed was calling your name. You were bone tired from your red eye flight with Joker.

But most importantly you were glad to be home. Your quiet abode tucked away from everything that made Gotham City so famous. All the bright lights and noise ceased once you stepped foot into your high rise home. You unlocked the door with a smile. Just the way you left it. God, you needed to clean.

You walked in, turning on lights along the way to the kitchen. You had plans to grab some water for your plants but you screamed bloody murder instead.

You hurled your shoe at the person seated at your island as if he owned the place. He probably thought he did. "Why are you in my apartment, Grayson?!"

Dick was helping himself to the groceries you and Joker bought before the weekend getaway. This man stayed raiding your fridge..

Based on previous experiences, you would need to buy more since Dick could eat you out of house and home. He would stay for days as if this was his penthouse until he got bored and left. Oh no. You wondered if he discovered any of Joker's belongings. Now was not the time to panic.

Dick flashed you a handsome smile before slapping a magazine down on the counter. "You tell me, Y/n. Someone's been a naughty, naughty girl."

Okay. Maybe it was time to panic.

"What?" You stomped over and snatched the gossip mag up to read it thoroughly. Your stomach dropped like a stone reading the cover.

HOT! HOT! HOT! Popular YA & romance author, Y/n L/n spotted leaving Atlanta club with secret lover.

Some paparazzi managed to snap the perfect photo of you and Joker leaving Euphoria dead late Thursday night without being seen. Joker, whose face was miraculously obscured from the shot, was seen carrying you bridal style out of the club. You wondered how Joker transported you from the club to the hotel room after he tore your dress. Here was the answer.

You were pictured wearing only Joker's suit jacket with your legs completely bare, save for the heels adorning your feet. Joker held you possessively and it didn't take a cryogenics scientist to deduce the two of you recently had sex. Your bed head was enough evidence and Joker didn't look any better.

You could hear Cindy screaming now. Oh but it gets better!

Another picture was printed of you and Joker while out shopping Saturday afternoon in the Vineyard. Your heel strap came loose and Joker was ever the gentleman that day. He bent down to fix it right there on the sidewalk.

He was captured tying it back together with his back to the camera while you gazed lovingly down at him, biting your lip. A follow-up shot showed you kissing him with your hands buried in his hair.

You remembered that kiss. He still tasted like ice cream.

Y/n caught canoodling with secret lover in Martha's Vineyard. Is she cheating on Gotham City's most eligible bachelor, Bruce Wanye, or is this new man her one true love?

You looked up at Dick when he leaned his forearms on the counter. "So, Y/n? When do I get to meet Prince Charming?"

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cutiecorner · 1 year ago

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Late Night

Fanfic • agere • regressor! Virgil Hawkins, caring! John Stewart & J'onn J'onzz • AO3

Static Shock brain still going strong. Virgil wins Little Guy of the Year award. I couldn't find any ambient gifs of Dakota so I just used this cute one of Static! Trigger warning for themes of grief.

Virgil could not be more excited about his summer on the watchtower. A whole month of bashing bad guys with the biggest heroes on earth? Literally a dream come true. He knew he was gonna have a blast with the titans, and maybe save the world to boot. Even the first day was exciting, stopping a joker gang incident in jolly old Gotham. It was a good workout, but he was excited to get back to his quarters. He had packed his suitcase like he was packing for college - It’s not every day you get to say your stuff has been to space. Deep down though, there was one item he was the most happy to see.

“Enjoying the view, Pluto?” Virgil picked up the beanie baby puppy and tossed it back and forth, feeling the nice weight in his hands. It had been his favorite toy since he was a baby, and he had to admit, he was a little too sentimental to leave him behind. It was a little piece of home to take with him. Not to mention it reminded him of his mom. He laid on the bed with the dog on his chest, telling him about the day he had.

“- and then I swooped in and kshoom! Hit him with the energy ball! Then Bam! Take a moped to the jaw!” Virgil took the puppy and looked it in the face, “Wish you could’ve seen it, moms”.

He decided to spend a little of his down time brushing up on his Brawlin Bots game. Cyborg had wiped the floor with him earlier and he was not about to have a repeat of that game. He stayed up late, defeating all the cpus until he couldn’t level them up anymore. He was getting pretty good - good enough for Cyborg, he’d just have to see. He flopped onto the bed, letting the controller fall from his hand.

Even though he fought crime with them every day, it was easy for Virgil to forget his powers sometimes. There were little things about it that were just unobtrusive enough not to notice - like the slight charge he’d pick up when in contact with electronics for too long. Not only did it drain his battery life, it made him a little sparky. Considering he had just played xbox for 3 hours, it would’ve done him well to remember that.

He shuffled up to the pillows on his bed, pulling the blanket up to his shoulders. The lights were off, he was in his PJs, only one thing was missing - Pluto. Even heroes needed a good cuddle buddy. He scooped up the plush dog and - its button eyes came flying off! His hands must’ve been so charged he attracted them! He was so startled he jerked his hand away, hard - pulling an arm clean off.

Call it the late hour, call it the long day - but Virgil felt hot tears well up in his eyes. No no no it’s fine everything’s fine, he tried to tell himself, finding the little lost buttons on the floor, it’s just the only thing you have from mom. He really shouldn’t have stayed up late, he always got weird when he stayed up late. He felt so sensitive, so vulnerable. He really, really wanted his mom. His thoughts came at him fast and it was all so overwhelming.

“Virgil?” Green Lantern, great. “You better not be up playing those games, lights out was an hour ago-”

Virgil choked on his tears, trying to stifle any sound. He prayed Mr. Stewart couldn’t see him in the low light-

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter?” - no such luck. Stupid green lantern powers. John came around to the edge of the bed, kneeling to try and meet Virgil’s eye. Virgil curled away, to find John’s hand on his back.

“What happened, kid?”

Virgil tried to take some breaths and speak, but all sound got caught in his throat. It made him feel even worse, shrinking into himself in embarrassment, holding Pluto tight to his chest. You’re gonna cry to Green Lantern about a doll? Some hero you are. GL sat down next to Virgil, examining him - and his eye caught the little toy dog.

“Hey, who’s this? Is this what’s got you worked up?”

Virgil unfurled a little, looking at the eyeless puppy and nodding.

“His name’s Pluto. I… I got him from my mom. And now I ruined him.” He couldn’t help another wave of tears from rolling down his cheeks. John's face softened.

“Hey, hey I get it. If something I got from my dad got messed up I’d be upset too,” He looked down at Virgil, who rubbed his tears away, “and you didn’t ruin anything. It’s gonna be okay.”

GL patted Virgil’s shoulder as he calmed down a notch.

“Let’s take Pluto here down to the infirmary, see what J’onn can do about it.”

Virgil looked up at John with a quizzical brow.

“Bother Martian Manhunter in the middle of the night? About a doll? No way,” he huffed, looking down at Pluto, “... what could he do about it anyway?”

“You’d be surprised Static, I think he’s just the right martian for the job,” With a smile, John got up and offered Virgil his hand.

Down in the infirmary, J’onn was up as usual. He fiddled with various charts for each leaguer, cataloged injuries and the like. Virgil felt sheepish in the doorway, even with GL beside him. He was still sniffling, tipping the martian up to their presence.

“Hey J’onn. I’ve got a special patient for you,” John looked down at Virgil and nodded toward the alien.

“Oh,” his voice was shockingly warm, “is something wrong, little one?”

Oh wow, Virgil thought. He expected the martian to be terrifying but something about his voice was profoundly calming. Virgil still felt shy though, looking at his socked feet as he presented the doll and it’s torn pieces to J’onn.

“Oh dear,” J’onn cooed in sympathy as he gently took the toy, “Your toy got torn.” Virgil nodded, still not meeting his eye in shame. The martian placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I have just the thing. Come with me.”

The two followed J’onn to his desk, where he crouched down to look through one of the drawers. In it was fabric, yarn, and various sewing supplies. Virgil was profoundly confused, watching the martian lay his stuffie gently on the table like a patient in a bed.

“Here, take this while I’m working. To keep you company.”

Virgil examined what J’onn had given him - a hand sewn… rabbit? Well, not really a rabbit. It had too many eyes? And legs? Maybe they were ears…

“It’s a J’a’khal. They were common creatures on Mars - my own child simply adored them.”

“It’s adorable! You made this?”

J’onn smiled.

“Martians don’t need as much sleep as other species. I have a surprising amount of free time. I have plenty of little pets to choose from, if you'd like to look through them."

J'onn opened another drawer to unveil numerous plushies of other worldly animals. Virgil smiled wide, bouncing over to paw through them.

"I'm glad you like them, little one," J'onn chuckled, "You may take as many as you like."

Virgil huffed from his seat on the floor.

"Hey, I'm not so little."

"Oh?" J'onn paused and smiled, "A mere oversight. You see, Martian lifespans are hundreds of years longer than earthlings. We mature more slowly." J'onn took one of the small plushies from his desk, giving it to Virgil.

"You're little more than a baby to me."

Virgil felt himself flush. He didn't like to think about it, but there was a certain joy he got from being thought of as young. As a hero for one, but even in regular life. He knew he was growing up, but he wanted to be a kid a little longer.

"Anything else I can get you, kid?" John asked, "You look like you're good with Mr. J'onn for now."

Virgil nodded from underneath the litter of stuffies. John smiled.

"I'll be back in a bit to check on you. Hey J'onn, chocos?"

J'onn lit up, "Always." Virgil lit up too. "Bring some for the boy as well, please. "

J'onn got to work on repairing the torn stuffie, sewing and handling it with great care. Virgil watched in awe as he put the button eyes back in place, sewed up the arm, and even put some new beads and fluff in. When he was done Pluto was as good as new. Virgil reached out his arms for the doll, difficult considering how many he was already carrying, and squeezed the lovey tight with a big smile.

“He’s even better than new! Thank you Mr.J’onn!”

While Virgil was snuggling Pluto, John returned. His eyes were tired but happy to see the boy smiling again. He placed a box of cookies in front of J’onn, accompanied by some glasses of milk. Virgil’s eyes lit up.

“Are these for me Mr.Stewart?” Virgil picked up one of the three glasses.

“Yep. Little midnight snack. Go crazy, kid.”

J’onn and John chatted and ate while Virgil laid against the desk, feeling his adrenaline cease and sleep start to creep in. He tuned out the miscellaneous chatter from the adults, covering himself with various plushies, Pluto with a special place in his arms. He used one as a pillow, dozing off. He woke up the next morning in his bed, a few of the dolls tucked in with him. Let it never be said the Justice League didn’t have a soft spot.

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elizabethemerald · 10 months ago

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Danny wandered the graves, morose, talking quietly to himself as he was used to. It was his designated social hour. Jazz would have been proud. Here he was, out of his tiny little apartment actually enjoying the city of Gotham. Of course he was wandering a graveyard rather than hanging around any living people, but it was better than nothing.

He had lost everything and then he had ran. It wasn't safe to stay in Amity anymore with the GIW swarming. So he destroyed the portals and left. Gotham was one of the few cities that had enough ambient ectoplasm that he wouldn't die a second time and it hid his ecto signature. And while he had managed to find a small apartment that accepted cash, he still wouldn't quite say he was thriving.

He had taken to spending hours curled up in his bed, sometimes going days without moving. Sometimes he thought he should just stop. Either disappear into the Infinite Realms or let the GIW take him. But something kept him going, kept him fighting to live every day.

Jazz wouldn't be happy with him if he never left his apartment. Sam would beat his ass if he gave himself over to the GIW. He could easily imagine how Tucker would roast him for even thinking about it. He still didn't know how his parents would react to his ghost form. They had died without knowing their son was Phantom.

If any of his family had formed as ghosts they would be somewhere in the Infinite Realms, but he couldn't bare to look and face their anger that he failed to save them. So instead he drifted through life, trying to find another reason to keep going other than his own stubbornness.

He had made several loops of the graveyard when he heard something that might just give him that reason.

It was a thumping noise.

He knew his hearing was better than the average human's, and he followed the increasingly desperate sounding thumping to one of the graves. His slow beating heart almost stopped as he realized the thumping was accompanied by someone crying and screaming, and the sound was coming from underground. In the grave.

Danny transformed and dove into the dirt. He phased into the coffin without difficulty grabbed a writhing and very much still living figure from within and pulled them up to the surface. The person wasn't a zombie, he could hear a heart beat, and feel the rise and fall of his chest.

He glanced at the name on the headstone while the kid tried desperately to fill his lungs. "Jason Todd Beloved Brother and Son"

"Jason? Jason, are you ok?" It was a stupid question. Danny felt like an idiot immediately. Had he been ok after his accident with the portal? Obviously not.

Jason didn't respond to the question. Instead he sagged bonelessly into Danny's arms and passed out. Danny glanced around, not sure what to do with an unconscious teen, while rain poured down on them both. While it was possible that someone buried the poor kid alive, considering there was a headstone and how he was dressed, Danny felt it was more likely that Jason had woken up in his grave, had come back to life some how.

There was no way Danny could take this kid to a hospital. If the GIW started sniffing around because of a formally dead guy it would be bad for everyone. Every ghost and liminal in the city would be in danger. Danny would rather rip out his own core than hand Jason over to those scum bags. So that really left only one option.

He glanced at the headstone again, memorizing the information so he could find the Todds once Jason was feeling better. The grave site itself had no trace of what had happened there. He lifted Jason in his arms, turned them both invisible and flew towards his apartment.

"Ok, buddy, let's get you out of those wet clothes." Danny said softly to the catatonic Jason. Jason hadn't yet responded even when he regained consciousness, but Danny was well used to talking to himself so he just kept on talking as if Jason would respond. He was sure Jazz would have something smart to say about Jason's state. While Tucker and Sam would roast him within an inch of his half life for how much of a fucking sad-sack Danny was.

Danny tried to give Jason as much privacy as possible as he stripped the other guy and got him into Danny's softest pair of sweats. Also his only clean pair of sweats. It had been a while since he had done laundry. He swapped his own wet clothes for his next softest pair, which he had been wearing for almost a week straight before he had decided to go out for a walk in the graveyard. He probably smelled ripe, but Jason didn't seem to mind.

"There! Isn't that much better!" Danny said with a happy smile as Jason sat on the edge of his bed staring at the floor. "Now I just need to see if we have any food, I bet you're starving! I know I certainly am. Apparently I've been putting of eating for a little too long."

By a little too long try almost three days.

Danny gently pushed Jason back onto the bed so he was laying down. Then turned to head to the kitchenette in his apartment. He stood staring at his mostly empty for a few minutes, before determining with surety that he had nothing that would be good for a catatonic recently dead guy.

He turned to pace his house and almost jumped out of his skin because Jason was standing right next to him.

"Ancients!" Danny floated into the air in surprise. He settled back on the ground. "Jason! You should be resting. Go back and lay down."

He pointed towards the bedroom, but Jason just stood next to him swaying slightly. Danny shoved him gently and Jason swayed like a tree before settling back as he was standing. Danny could only shrug, maybe Jason just liked his company. But it didn't solve the food problem.

Danny snapped his fingers as he heard the sound of his neighbor singing to herself. He knew she only did that when she was cooking. Maybe she would be able to help him! He had his tool kit (that he had stolen from a goon van) that he used to repair appliances (that he found in dumpsters) and sold to pay his rent. He could totally offer to repair something for Mrs. Wren in exchange for food for Jason. He quickly made his way to his door, Jason following closely behind.

"Jason, you stay here. I'm going to get you some food, ok?" Danny said as he unlocked the three locks on his front door and walked into the hallway. He tried to stop Jason from following him, but his new best friend stayed right behind him.

He knocked at the door of Mrs. Wren, and gently leaned Jason against the wall next to the door. He heard the older woman immediately stop singing and creep towards the door. He guessed she recognized him through the peephole because she opened the door a little, the chain still on the door.

"Hi, Mrs. Wren." Danny said, with a forcibly bright smile. She didn't respond, only narrowed her eyes at him. Jason started to slouch and Danny quickly pushed him to be standing back upright.

When Mrs. Wren still didn't say anything Danny quickly started talking.

"Uh, my friend here is really sick, and I was wondering if you knew of anything that would be good to help him feel better? I'm really good with tools. I'll repair anything you have that's broken in exchange!"

She glared at him a moment longer than closed her door. Danny sighed. He didn't want to leave Jason alone in his apartment (mostly because he wasn't sure he would stay) but he also didn't want to drag a guy who was dead yesterday through the streets of Gotham. That was just asking for someone to to get hit by a car.

He was surprised to hear the sound of Mrs. Wren unlatching the chain and unlocking her door (he could hear five locks. Maybe he should install more locks on his door).

"You can fix anything?" She asked, her eyes still narrowed at him and Jason.

"Yes ma'am."

"Come in."

Later, two servings of a delicious and nutritious soup and one broken AC unit richer, Danny and Jason were back in his apartment. He carefully fed Jason, who fortunately seemed to be able to chew and swallow on his own, though he did dribble down his chin occasionally. Danny felt happy. He would be return the repaired AC unit tomorrow, and with the skills learned in his parent's lab, it would run more efficiently as well.

Once the two boys were finished with their food, Danny feeling comfortably full for the first time, Danny got them both back into bed. Jason didn't seem to be too far from him at any time, so they would probably have to share a bed until he was feeling better.

"Goodnight Jason." Danny whispered softly, and sleep took him gently as he listened to the quiet breathing of his new friend.

-Danny “I relate more to dead people than living, even if they aren’t walking/floating around” Fenton, hanging out in a cemetery

-someone claws their way out of their grave

-grave stone reads “Jason Todd”

-that’s weird™️

-guy is catatonic and it’s raining

-Danny takes him home just so he doesn’t die(again) from exposure

-keeps him around

-Danny was pretty lonely before

-somehow the catatonic Jason is now his best friend

-that’s kind of sad

#jason todd #danny fenton #dp x dc #there was only one bed #jason is following danny because he needs ecto and Danny is an abundant source #also despite danny calling jason kid they are like a year apart in age max #maybe dead on main in the future?#also people in crime alley take care of each other #fuck you if you think they don't #mrs wren gets a brand new fenton brand ac #capable of dropping the temp down to mr freeze levels #she sees two sick and emaciated boys and feeds them both #danny only expected and asked for food for jason #danny also looks like he just crawled out of a grave #but that's his default look

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just-an-enby-lemon · 3 years ago

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I decided to elaborate in my OUAT AU where Emma is adopted by Batman:

Tired of watching kids being adopted, eleven year old Emma Swan run away from her group home in Boston.

At the same time twenty-one years old Bruce Wayne, recently back into the public eye is in Boston to attend a charity event. Or so they say, He has been Batman for a little over a year and that is the first time a investigation brings him outside Gotham, he is really worried that this means Gotham's corruption is bigger than he thought. Still Falcone being involved and possibly leading a human trafic ring around the country is a serius deal and he has to stop it.

So Emma is magically created to be the savior and that means that recently made street kid or not she cannot see bad things happening and do nothing. She hears weird noises in a supposed abandoned building and she runs into it. She finds a man dressed as a bat punching some guys with guns and is that people in cages?

Well a random kid just poped up and tried to free the victims and she was almost shot and weirder things happened in Gotham but this is not Gotham and THAT was real weird. On the good side that is kindda hopefull and she did help. On the bad side he was totaly shot trying to protect her. She was also not happy when she heard the sirens and while she was probably hurt she still hidded from the cops and the ambulance and there was no way he could show them where she was without showing himself to the Boston PD and he could only see that as an unecessary fight who would end badly no matter the results. Also he was shot so very not ideal circuntances.

Now Bruce is new on the whole Batman thing and he is trying real hard. He got the information he needed in Boston and he saved some people and there is a hurt kid who hidded from both the police and the ambulance and cried when he asked if she wanted him to call her parents or something (a kid who was weirdly calm with the whole crime figthing thing). Maybe is the panic or the blood loss or that he never knew what to do with misserable children or just the lack of experience but somehow he ended up just steathly bringing her to his improvised "batcave" and fortunally fainting before he had to explain the hurt kid who seemed pretty content sitting in the batmobile and playing with the radio to Alfred.

Emma Swan doesn't follow the news and she isn't from Gotham so seeing the face behind the mask and the very nice old man who is asking her a bunch of questions and called her smart when she said she didn't wanted a cookie from a strange old man even when it looked real good means nothing to her. She is worried. The bat-guy saved all thoses people and he got hurt protecting her and she doesn't want him to die because Emma couldn't just be quiet and let the adults deal with things (especially huge things like whatever the fuck was happening in that abandoned buiding).

She doesn't know WHO is Bruce Wayne but she knows HE is Bruce Wayne and to worsen things he is pretty sure that if he let her go she will just jump into another mess except there is no hero in Boston and she will be dead and he cannot aford to be resposable for another death. So the logical decision is to train her. Alfred is having a headache.

So Bruce Wayne adopts a orphan kid to try help them overcame their trauma and not end up like himself. He promises Emma will be the only one. He is also pretty sure he will only be a mentor and not a father. He is wrong in both accounts. Alfred of course knows that imediately.

Emma is ecstatic to finally have a family and she may or may not fell like a princess when she sees the mansion that is now her new house. Emma Swan becames Emma Wayne.

Seventeen years old August Booth is sitting in a bar trying to write his first short story when he hears the name of the girl he should be protecting on the TV. He almost has a breakdown when he notices she's being adopted by a fucking bilionary. He keeps an eye on Bruce Wayne just to make sure he isn't a weird pedophile like most rich reclusive white guys. He seems to be odd but inofensive and Emma seems happy so good for her. He just hopes this doesn't stops her from breaking the curse whem time comes.

After one year of training and bounding, Batman has his first sidekick: The Swan.

Next post: Dick, Barbara, Nealfire, more August, Jason, Lily, Henry, Tim and Steph

#ouat au #batman au #batfamily au #bruce wayne #emma swan #august booth #alfred pennyworth #bruce is trying #good dad bruce wayne #superhero emma swan

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catxsnow · 4 years ago

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AFTER HOURS chapter six

Summary: Enemies to the public, friends to their close ones, friends with benefits between them. Rival companies and an attraction that can’t be ignored.

Tim Drake x reader

Warnings: swearing, mature content, smut, 18+ only, mention death of parents, car crash mentions.

A/N: this is the softest thing I’ve written in a long time so I hope you enjoy.

Word Count 3.7k

Whenever (Y/N) showed up to Tim's apartment in Gotham, she always went with the intentions of having sex. She was used to stripping her clothes off the second she walked through the door and pouncing on him. It was the same idea whenever he came to her place - or the few times in their offices.

This time, rolling up to the small parking space she had, she was nervous. Tim's invite to have supper was finally settling in. She wasn't there to have sex or talk business, she was there as a friend. They had never done something like this before, and she had no idea how the night would end.

Her hands gripped the steering wheel as she tried to rid these nerves that rolled through her. Why was she nervous? Tim had seen her when she was completely vulnerable to him, she had no reason to be nervous. Yet, looking up at his window on the top floor, she was. With a final breath, (Y/N) got out of her car and towards the front door.

A bottle of wine was in her hands as she knocked at his door. She assumed that since it was just dinner at his place, that she had no need to dress fancy. When she opened the door, she was taken aback. Tim wore dark jeans and a button up that was only half done up. His hair was damp from a shower and water droplets slid down his neck.

"Sorry, I lost track of time," Tim gestured to himself. The door was opened wider for her to walk in. He continued to button up his black and blue shirt before tucking it into his jeans. "You look beautiful, as always." The only time that he ever called her that was when she was naked and on top of him. The change of pace was refreshing.

Tim placed his hand on the small of her back to catch her attention. Being closer to him, she noticed the small slit going down his bottom lip. Without thinking, she reached up to his face and trace the healing wound with the pad of her thumb. "What happened?"

"Boys being boys," Tim shrugged off. She had nearly forgotten he had to cut their morning together short because his friends arrived in need of his help. He placed his palm over her hand, enjoying her warmth for only a moment longer. Tim intertwined their hands and led her to his tiny dining room.

His home was nothing compared to Bruce's manor, or her home, but he didn't want anything fancy. She envied him for that. There were so many times that she wished to move back to the city like this. It was safer where she was.

His dining room was cleaned up since the last time she was there. Two plates and sets of utensils were across from one another. A lit candle between along with the two bottles of wine. It smelled delicious in there. Tim pulled a chair out for her to sit on and poured her a glass of wine. He looked tense.

He was surprised that she agreed to dinner. There were the rare times that they would order a pizza or something after a hook up, but never dinner like this. Never with the intentions of only a meal. It made him nervous. What if she really did only keep him around for the sex? Was his personality not good enough?

"I hope you like sushi," Tim announced. He wasn't sure what to make, but everyone like some sort of sushi, right? It took him half a day to make it all, and he debated whether or not he should have just ordered some. However, hours of rolling later, he had composed what he thought to be pretty damn good sushi.

"I hate it," she said with a stone cold face. Tim looked horrified for a moment until watching her burst out into giggles. Seeing his reaction was well worth it. "I'm kidding. I love it. And you knew my favourite wine?"

"Of course," Tim practically scoffed. He knew her favourite wine, her favourite brand of shoes, he knew lots of little details that she never expected him to pick up on. He picked up the bottle and poured them both a glass. He nearly let out that he was one of the world's greatest detectives, until realizing she didn't know.

Tim had become so comfortable around her that sometime he forgot that she didn't know about his second life. She had no idea that his split lip had come from fighting one of Conner's enemies or that his body was currently laced with bruises from the fight. She didn't know he risked his life everyday, or that he had saved hers more than once.

Late night walks from her office to her car, Tim would stalk behind her if he was on patrol. Twice did he save her from some sort of thug that wanted who knows what from her. She had no idea, and it would stay that way.

Tim grabbed the platter of sushi he had made and set it down on the table. He glanced between the rolls and her to see what her reaction was going to be. This was ridiculous - he was nearly twenty-two and he was nervous about what she was going to think of his cooking skills. When did he ever get nervous about things like this?

"Wait, did you make these?" she looked up at him with wide eyes. Tim cautiously nodded, unsure of if her shock was good or bad. "Holy shit, Tim. Why have you been hiding these skills from me?"

Tim let out a relieved breath. "You never stay long enough for me to show you," he blurted out. He didn't mean to sound so... judgmental. It had just come out like that. Every time she came over, he wanted her to stay long enough for something other than sex - whether that be cooking, or a movie or anything.

"I suppose you're right," she looked down to her lap. That was one of the sole reasons that she was there. Mr. William's words still rattled in her brain. Don't lose your happiness. Was Tim her happiness? Was she his? "Would it be so bad? If I did stay long enough?"

Those were his words, partially. Tim's eyes lit up at the sound of his own phrase. He remembered the panic in hers when he had first suggested it. The idea of getting closer than they ever had before scared her. What they had was good, really good, and she didn't want to lose that.

She didn't want to lose him.

"Not at all."

By the time that they reached the end of their dinner, they couldn't rid the smiles on their faces. After all the deep talks that they had - whether it be the loss of their parents or the companies they ran - they never had the time to be able to talk about the good times that they had when they were kids.

The conversations that night were light-hearted and much needed. She felt a new connection to Tim that she never had before. This wasn't enemies, or fuck buddies, or anything else that they had been through the years. This was a friendship that they never thought they would partake in.

Tim found himself finding more and more things that he liked about her. The way her eyes lit up when she talked of her friends from high school or the laugh she had when she truly felt free. He knew their connection had always been strong, but having that night had solidified everything he already believed.

For the first time, it had solidified with her as well. She understood what Mr. William meant. Tim made her happy, happier than she had ever been since her parents died. It took her far too long to realize this. So many years wasted of pretending to hate him - to the public and to herself.

"(Y/N)," Tim called her name out. She stood by his window, wine glass in her hand. Her chat with Mr. William was running through her mind. Doing things for herself hadn't been something that she had prioritized for a long time. It was always putting others, or the name of her family, first.

She was getting older. Old enough to know that she shouldn't have to please society when she wasn't pleasing herself at the same time. She deserved happiness just as much as anyone else in Gotham. So why did it scare her so much to dive off into the deep end with Tim?

"Will you let me stay tonight?" She blurted out. There was nothing more that she wanted than to take up in his arms again. The warm, safe feeling of being with him, she never felt like this before.

She turned to face him, scared of what he was going to say. Tim stuttered over his words with shock that she was the one asking to stay. He was surprised when she even agreed to have dinner with him, but want to stay over as well? Without insinuating that they were going to have sex? He was baffled.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"I want you to stay," Tim cut her off, finally able to speak properly. She took the last sip of her wine glass and left it on the windowsill. He grasped her hand and led her to his room. The same room where they had already spent hours upon hours together - yet this time time felt like the first.

There was no sex building up to this or some drunk idea. She was there because she wanted to be there, not for any other reason. It was far easier to accept with Tim guiding her right along.

How was he to react when he found out that she was feeling more for him than she ever had in her life? He always seemed so level-headed, how would this curveball effect him? She couldn't tell him, not yet - and not until she was sure that she truly felt... happy with him.

She was frozen in her spot once more that night. Thoughts and worry filling her again. Tim placed a hand on her waist, the other pushing her hair away to expose the base of her neck. He left soft kisses there, trailing them up to her jaw. She set her hand over his, a smile on her face but unbeknownst to him.

"What made you want to stay?" He asked. Tim had been itching to ask that question all night, but he feared that it would spook her. She thought rashly quite often, always moving ahead and not looking back until she needed to. It reminded him of Dick sometimes. Never thinking of his own feelings until he couldn't run any longer.

She gabbed his other hand and wrapped the snuggly around her waist. His body pressed against hers, bringing the most welcoming warmth. Tim kissed along whatever bare skin his lips could reach why waiting for her to answer.

"Happiness," she answered simply. Her happiness was the reason she wanted to stay. She wanted to feel happy - genuinely happy. Not happy because of some temporary pleasure or an alcohol induced night. She wanted happiness constantly and whenever she so wanted. In four years he was the only one that was able to give it to her.

Tim smiled against her skin at her response. He couldn't identify the feeling that erupted in his chest, but he knew he never wanted to let it go. Happiness. So simple, yet so full of meaning. Tim pulled away from her so she could face him properly. She searched his eyes to see if her answer was acceptable.

There was no time to determine. Tim tilted down to kiss her. Lips eager for each other but unlike any kiss they had ever shared before. This wasn't about chasing highs or forgetting everything in the day. It was unlike anything they had shared.

"Happiness," Tim parroted her words, a love-sick smile refusing to leave him. It wasn't what he was expecting, but he was glad to hear it. "You're one of a kind (Y/N) (L/N). Never forget that."

Tim understood what she meant by her reasoning of wanting to stay. Waking up with her cuddled into his side, he felt nothing but happiness. He felt that same warmth that he did the other morning when she had slept over. A heat that wouldn't go away for hours even after she left.

She wore one of his shirts, though it had ridden up in the night. Her palm was flat against his bare chest, and their legs tangled together. He wore only shorts. For the first time, their clothes from the previous night had be neatly folded on his dresser rather than strewn across the floor.

Tim trailed his fingers up her arm. His touches were featherlight, cautious not to wake her. He traced her jawline, the curve of her bottom lip. He wanted to trace every in of pure perfection of her. She was nothing but perfection.

(Y/N) stirred in her sleep, curling into him even more as she awoke. Her head tilted up to look at him, still disoriented from her sleep. It didn't matter how dazed she was, she knew this feeling that coursed through her veins and that was all that mattered. That feeling was pure ecstasy. It was even more evident as he brushed his lips against hers.

"Good morning."

His voice. Fuck did his voice make her weak. The evident hoarseness of it, the way it made him sound incredibly sexy. She neve got to hear him in the morning, the grueling tone of his voice that reminded her of the Dark Knight himself. His voice alone made her weak. It made her want to wake up like that every damn day.

The messy tufts of his hair that stood up in every way. The sleep lines from his blankets that were lashed across his skin. The inability to truly open his eyes from the bright light that cracked through the window. His muscles that rippled under her touch and the scars that laced his chest.

He was perfect.

"Good morning," She pushed herself up on her elbow to be able to admire his face better. As if she had done it a thousand times, she leaned down to give him a slow, passion filled kiss. When she pulled away, the pad of her finger dragged down the small cut in his lip that she had noticed the night before.

Tim snatched her hand before she could ask anymore questions about it and kissed her knuckles. His own were faintly tinted blue, not enough for her to notice this time. Though he know that how he got those injuries were anything but, this moment fell completely innocent and pure.

"Are we making this a thing? You staying over after sex?" They didn't have sex last night. In fact it wasn't even on either of their minds - mostly. As soon as she had gotten into his shirt and into his bed, she was content. She awaited Tim to join her, and the second that he did, she was caught in his arms.

Just how she wanted it to be.

"I don't see it being a bad thing," She shrugged, not giving him a full answer. In truth, she was still scared that he didn't have the same intentions. Staying over would only make herself clutch more into her feelings for him. If she assumed wrong, the devastation of it all would be deadly. "You want to?"

More than anything.

"I slept through the whole night. No nightmares, no anxiety. That hasn't happened since I was a kid," Tim told her, truthfully. His answer was just as vague as hers. He wasn't plagued with his loss or worry - just like the last time she had stayed with him. He never thought he'd get that again.

"Always finding ways to use me, huh?" She joked. Tim rolled his eyes at her. It did seem that way. Using her for sex to temporarily forget all his problems, sleeping next to her so nightmares didn't cloud him, what was next? "Use me all you want, Tim Drake. I enjoy it."

Tim knew she was joking. He knew that she knew that he wasn't using her - that was far from the case. They used each other in the beginning. The beginning was held with few words and little relationship. As time grew, as they grew, so did their relationship. What they had, it wasn't using each other. Even if it took them a long time to figure it out.

"I feel safe with you, Tim," She spoke as he said nothing to her previous comment. He was far too lost in thought to speak aloud. "And I don't mean safe as in Gotham is a hellhole and I need a protector. I mean I feel safe enough with you to be at my most vulnerable. I feel safe to trust you with my darkest secrets and my worst fears.

"You've always made me feel safe. I guess I just never wanted to accept that. I wanted to hate you, I wanted to beat you in every way. I couldn't. I never could," she confessed to him. Her eyes stared up at the ceiling, just as his once did. Now, he watched her with a look that was so distinct she would have known it, had she looked over.

Love.

Tim felt love. When people were around him, they felt safe because of his mask. They felt safe because they knew that he would put his life down to save them. People felt safe because of all that he knew and could do. People didn't feel safe around him because they felt like they could be themselves.

The Titans did. They felt that way about him, but someone outside that life? He was never able to experience that. Tim never thought that she would feel like that. She trusted him with everything. He knew that she never put her trust into anyone, and to put all of it into him? That was an honour he couldn't imagine.

"You refused to meet me for six months," Tim stated. He wasn't trying to shame her, he was only remembering how much things had changed. "I never thought I'd be able to get you in the same room as me, much less get to where we are now. I never thought I would ever get the chance to care about you so much."

She rolled on her side to face him. Strands of raven hair falling into his face and hiding his features. His eyes held youth, but his smile was aged. Tim had gone through lots in his life and she felt as if she had barely even scratched the surface of his complex life. One day she would know his secrets.

Her fingers trailed up his arm until reaching the dark bruise on his chest. It was small and circular - almost as if he had been stuck by the end of a pole. However he had gotten it, he didn't look ready to share the tale. As she reached the edge of the purple mark, he grabbed her hand. They fell intertwined between the both of them.

Everything in these past few weeks had changed completely. Never did she think that she would be sharing a bed with him through the night or spilling her desires with him. She lived for the moments like that with him now, before she feared them.

She yearned for him. Not in the sexual, desire-filled way that she was used to. She craved the soft moments like these and late night conversation. To be free to see the world with him without the eyes of everyone on them. To be with him, in every way possible.

"I had no intentions to have sex with you when you came into my office that night," she chuckled at the memory. "I don't know what came over me. I just knew that I had to have you - I know it sounds ridiculous and that I sound like a slut for it - but it's true. I needed you that night. I need you now - different than before."

"What do you mean?" He asked. She broke away from their locked gaze.

"I need more than late night calls and shameless fucks. I need to wake up to you like this and to see your smile first thing. I need to listen to your voice when you get excited about things. I need you Tim, more than I ever imagined."

"I'm not going anywhere," Tim smiled. He placed a palm against her cheek, swiping his thumb against her cheekbone. His eyes flickered to her lips for less than a second but it was all she needed to pull herself into him and connect their lips. She needed him, and that was all he ever wanted to hear.

Their bodies molded together, bending against the curves of one another. Needy grabs at any loose material or gripping to bulging muscles. There was nothing but need to this kiss - need to be together, to be so consumed within each other that they couldn't tell up from down. The need to show their love that neither could admit.

Whatever shift that she had caused in their relationship within the past twelve hours, it was for the better. Whatever the hell they wanted to call it, it was just one step closer to their desired destiny. Destiny was a false hope for big dreamers. She wasn't a dreamer, not when she knew work was the only thing that would get her to where she wanted to be.

Tim pulled away from her. His chest heaving from the lack of oxygen but unable to keep away. She waited a moment before pulling him in for another. Her teeth grazed his bottom lip before she rested her forehead against his. "Do you mean that? You won't leave me?"

"I couldn't even if I tried."

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 5 years ago

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The Best Things ~ J.V. (Part 1)

A/n: I'm so sorry but I DESPERATELY needed to get this off my chest before I exploded because I have absolutely NO self control.

I made a playlist

Word Count: 5000+

MASTERLIST

Come in sets of two...

Y/n was an oddball.

At least that's what his parents said- a lot.

"You're such an oddball."

It seemed that they meant it endearingly, but the words stuck with Y/n much more than they probably should have. And maybe that was less because of his parents or even his brother and more because of the media and the other kids that treated him very differently than they usually treated other people.

It probably didn't help that he was a Wayne.

Bruce Wayne was an absolute golden boy. He was responsible, driven, intelligent. He was a staple for Boys Going Somewhere. A face to an idea that everyone absolutely adored. It was known very well that Bruce was going to be the successor to Wayne Enterprises- even though Y/n was two years older. Bruce was good to the core, with a wide smile but a certain professionalism that most adults didn't ever master.He was level headed and figured things out very easily. His parents were incredibly proud of him and held him very dearly, and it showed.

Y/n wasn't anything like him. He preferred staying up late and watching the stars or the sun set and then rise again, compared to understanding anything about business. He was somewhat of an artist. He had notebooks full of drawings and his room was covered with thumbtacked paintings he'd put on his wall with pride, even though most of them were what he was known for: people, animals, or objects that he'd fixated on long enough to paint them... except that they were often multiple things in one painting, and they were all mashed together in a rather alarming sight. He walked around with paint in his hair and on his clothes, his eyes bright and shining and his energy completely uncontained. He had no sense of self control or when to be quiet or calm. Most often he wasn't even found at home, as he went to school and then hung out with friends he'd made on the streets.

It was instantly incredibly obvious the drastic difference between the two boys, and people had been bidding on which one would succeed and which one would flop the very first second Bruce had been born. Every bet was on Bruce making it.

Despite everything, Y/n and Bruce got along very well. Y/n was rather emotional and got upset very quickly when he was ignored, which worked quite nicely with Bruce's curiosity. Y/n could go on for hours about the same thing and Bruce would listen. Bruce could ask questions about one painting for just as long and Y/n would eagerly answer each one, going into as much detail as possible. Y/n pulled Bruce out of his comfort zone and gave him a little fun outside of the expectations that were constantly pressing down on him. Likewise, Bruce took up the mantle and allowed Y/n the complete freedom to be himself and be appreciated for it.

Even the boys' parents had a pretty steady relationship with Y/n. They found him to be a little much, but with Bruce leaving them reassured that their company would be in a pair of capable hands, they were perfectly fine with letting Y/n go absolutely wild. As log as he was safe and everything he did was legal. They might live in Gotham, but the Waynes were good people and that wasn't changing anytime soon.

Overall, they were a very happy family.

Everything changed the night Thomas and Martha Wayne were shot dead on a way home from a movie they'd taken Bruce to.

It had been a night out like any other. Y/n stayed home as usual- it was the only time he could turn his music all the way up and completely lose himself in whatever he wanted to. The others didn't mind. It let Y/n blow off steam and made him much calmer for a while; in addition, they had a night out together and got to bond with Bruce. Sometimes they'd take just Y/n, and sometimes Y/n and Bruce would go out together without their parents, but most of the time it was Thomas and Martha and Bruce, and each Wayne was okay with that.

Y/n was staring at a half painted canvas, eyes wide and fingers trailing the path of his lips. He was loving the loudness and the thumping of the beat under his feet. Like it was in his blood. He smiled, raising the paintbrush.

The door busted open. "Y/N!"

Y/n spun around, startled. In the sharp movement, he knocked over a tiny bowl full of paint. Alfred reached over, turning the music off. "Your parents were shot and killed. Bruce is home early." Red paint dripped down the easel and over Y/n's shoes as the words tried to sink in but failed.It was like looking at something see through or invisible. Like feeling the breeze and wishing to catch it, but never able to close your fingers around empty air. Y/n just couldn't comprehend what Alfred was saying. Sensing his shock, Alfred moved closer. His voice was softer when he repeated, "Y/n. Bruce needs you. He won't admit it, but I can't help him lone.He won;t even admit he needs help. He might open up to you."

"No," Y/n choked out. Martha Wayne was far too kind and gentle. She was warmth and safety incarnate. Something so good and bright wasn't allowed to fade. Like yellow paint,or the sun. She always came back in the morning Always. And Thomas Wayne was... unbreakable. Unshakable. Impossible to even faze, let alone kill. He was unbeatable. Nothing could kill him. He'd live forever. Or, at the very least, go out at his own time when he was completely sure he was ready to. "No."

"Yes," Alfred insisted, shaking Y/n's shoulders violently. Y/n flinched. "Please-"

Without another word, Y/n pushed away from Alfred and sped to Bruce's room. He didn't even knock. Bruce was sitting on his bed, his eyes haunted and his lips resting in a soft frown. His hands were in his lap as he perched on the edge of the bed like he was planning to run any second, but he also seemed cemented in place as if he couldn't go anywhere even if he wanted to. He was scary still, and as his eyes slowly moved from the floor to meet Y/n's gaze, the older Wayne shivered at the darkness in his gaze. "Bruce?"

Bruce nodded stiffly in forced greeting. "Y/n."

Y/n bit his lip. Bruce's gaze fell to Y/n's feet and widened, his hands tightening on his knees. Y/n looked down to see the red paint still on his shoe, beginning to dry, and immediately felt sick. "So-" he cut off, his throat burning like he'd swallowed acid."So they're really-"

"Yeah," Bruce interrupted.

"You were there."

"Yeah."

Silence fell like a piano from a fifth story building. Even when the silence left, the feeling didn't. Both boys were suddenly being crushed under the weight of a ginormous object neither of them could see let alone explain or find the strength to remove. It stayed through the funeral, and onward. It manifested differently for each boy.

Bruce began to dig into his parents' murder, sifting through file after file, night after night. He got little sleep and ate even less often. At least he wasn't hurting himself anymore. That he had done a lot right before Alfred, Y/n, and Jim Gordon had all teamed up to knock him out of it.

Y/n was thrown into the world of business. He was torn away from everything he cared about. His freedom and dreams were stolen ad he was forced to clean up and get into a suit and start taking care of the family company- at least until Bruce was ready. In a few months he lost not only the things he enjoyed and his parents, but also his friends and the easy going way of life. He was beaten down and forced to be calm and collected. He was taught how to not deal with emotions like real men do and handle business that needed to get taken care of. He wasn't a person anymore. He was a tool.

It was unbearable for Bruce. He was losing all of his family in one go and as he tried to fight to make sense of it or keep anything of his old life, people kept trying to knock him down a peg and remind him that he was a child. Even though Y/n, barely 14, was apparently old enough to have the world on his shoulders when he was completely and totally not able to handle it in any way. It was supposed to be Bruce's job.

Finally he managed to prove his capabilities, but not in time to save Y/n. He had been rung out by the press and pushed to the brink and then over by the people at Wayne Enterprises. When he got his free time back, he didn't spend it watching the stars or the sun rise and fall. He didn't spend it painting dogs and lamps. He didn't spend it doodling and ranting to Bruce about all the things he found wonderful about the world. He spent each and every second he had locked in his room, painting.

The colors of each work began to get darker, the themes more twisted. They got better as he fixated on one thing only... unfortunately, that thing was death.

Y/n was spiraling. He didn't take care of himself and sometimes didn't come out of his room for days. Bruce tried to get through to him, but it seemed that something really bad had happened while everyone had expected him to be in charge. The thing was, there were no hints about it and of course no one at the company would fess up about anything. Y/n wouldn't talk about it. Anytime anyone even mentioned Wayne Enterprises, he would pull away and become unresponsive.

Then the Maniax began wreaking havoc.

Y/n's focus suddenly changed. He wasn't fascinated per say by the horrible things going wrong, but more the people that were committing the heinous acts. One day Bruce finally got him to talk about it, and all Y/n had to say was, "I mean, who does that? Who goes around just killing people like it doesn't mean anything? For no reason? Look at the redhead- he shoots one of his own guys for no reason- Look, right there. What kind of mental state would someone have to be in to be so flippant about taking a life?"

The obsession with the Maniax was soon followed by an obsession of killers in general. He was found constantly reading history books about some of the world's worst killers. Then, about Gotham's worst killers specifically.

That was why Bruce went to him when he began to get involved with that same redhead that had set Y/n down this path in the very beginning. "What do you think drives him? I mean, why do what he does?" Bruce asked his brother one day. It had been quite a while since they'd sat down and talked like this. When Bruce would ask questions about something Y/n fixated on and Y/n answered with pure eagerness. This had been the first time the information had been useful or had a realistic application, and it was upsetting.

"Probably some mental disorders. Perhaps some childhood trauma. He's probably immensely desensitized..." He paused. "Jerome Velaska is actually quite odd. He's probably just psychotic, with some serious abandonment issues and a sort of god complex. He wants to be seen and known and craves endless adoration and attention. He'll do anything to get what he wants, and doesn't have the patience or tolerance for anything else. That's why he acts out- it's like he has the mind of a child. He didn't get his way and now he's going to pitch a fit and chuck his toys. His toys being people and the fit being murder."

Bruce swallowed. "That's demented."

"Hm?" Y/n hummed. He blinked then forced himself to nod. He had zoned out and not blinked to bring himself back to the present. "Yeah. He's totally messed up."

Bruce tried not to ask Y/n about Jerome again after that. There had been a strange light in his eyes. A dangerous interest that made Bruce... nervous.

Everything came to a climatic bang when Alfred took the two brothers out to a charity banquet held in honor of a children's hospital. He'd only managed to get Y/n out because he'd been more energetic recently. More in a good mood. A little more like himself. In favor of seeing Y/n be so much like he used to, neither Alfred nor Bruce questioned it.

Boy did they wish they had though.

The night was seeming to pan out rather dull until the Magician came out. Y/n loved Magicians. He always had. He found their skill to pull off even the most obvious tricks was rather impressive. So when the Magician on stage asked for a volunteer and Bruce was chosen, Y/n was a little disheartened.

Bruce, however, seemed that he would rather do anything else. He had been nagging to leave anyway. Y/n stepped forward. "I can go up for you if you want," he offered.

The woman smiled and on stage, the Magician announced, "Ah yes! Just as well, just as well. Please, join us." The woman held out her hand for Y/n and he took it immediately.

Gotham hadn't seen Y/n in a very long time. People tittered and clapped and Y/n felt nervous. He hadn't been in front of a crowd since-

No, he wouldn't think about that. Tonight it was just some good fun and he'd be okay with that. Wasn't he allowed to have fun every once in a while?

The Magician greeted Y/n then opened a box, motioning for him to get in. He did, with a bounce in his step and excitement in his eyes. The box lid closed over top Y/n and the slats were put in place. It was the classic "sawed in half" trick. Y/n was immediately put off though. It would ruin the magic if an audience member did the trick. The assistant always did this trick, because it required a lot of trick of the eye to work. This way, he'd just get cut in-

Y/n's eyes went wide. The Magician above him smiled deviously.

"Does this handsome gentleman have a name?" Suddenly Y/n's body went cold. He knew that voice. Had heard it again and again and again on tv. He had seen that exact smile accompanying it. He was torn between the horror of the very real possibility of death at any second, and awe at finally meeting the man he'd been unable to get out of his head for the last significant amount of time. Since the whole bus full of high schoolers had almost been set on fire and that soon-to-be familiar face was all over the screen during the news broadcast about it. That face that had been and would be on every news broadcast for quite sometime. The Magician hummed, raising his eyebrows, and Y/n swallowed.

"Y/n," he said. There was no point now. He was trapped and at this man's mercy. What could he do? Cry for help? The most anyone would do is laugh it off, even if he could manage to get the lump out of his throat and get any coherent message across. Plus, something far more demanding kept him silent.

An extremely dangerous sense of curiosity.

If he was going to die tonight anyway, he might as well take his last moments to see what Jerome Valeska was like up close.

"Y/n," the not-magician repeated, musing over the name. "Well, Y/n, this won't hurt a bit." He clanged the two large saws together and Y/n felt breathless. What was he doing?! This was absolute madness! "Is there a doctor in the house?" The crowd laughed. The crowd LAUGHED. Of course they laughed. They always laughed. No one cared about Y/n Wayne.

Suddenly Alfred's voice sounded out, rather panicked. Y/n looked over, surprised. Of all people, Y/n didn't think it would have been Alfred who would have intervened. Alfred had been much too wrapped up in taking care of Bruce. Such as everyone was. Despite that, it was him to stumbled out, "Just- wait- excuse--" He held up a hand, everything going quiet and still as he tripped forward. "Just wait, wait, wait one second."

Jerome didn't wait.

The saw came down.

To his own shock, Y/n was fine.

The assistant rolled away his lower half and then returned it just in time for Jerome to lean close and whisper, "Give em a wave." Y/n looked directly into his eyes and his smile wavered. They were a pretty color. Brown, littered with slight blues and green that came alive under the stage lighting.

"I know who you are." The words wouldn't have been heard by anyone else other than Jerome- even if it wasn't for the clapping. Jerome froze, but Y/n didn't wait. He stood, waved to the audience to show he was alright, and then allowed the assistant to take him back to his place next to Bruce and Alfred.

When Jerome spoke gain, his words seemed to be a little different. Y/n placed the emotion when he turned back around again and saw Jerome's eyes glued intently to Y/n. He wasn't blinking. "Some say Y/n here has a split personality." The audience laughed at the pun and then his voice lightened again as he moved onto his next trick. As he called up the mayor an the set up began, the assistant's mask fell off.

Y/n gasped. He knew that face too. Unmistakable. Barbara Keene. Of course. How did Y/n not see that far sooner?

"I should warn you," Jerome teased lightly. "No one is getting out of here tonight alive." The audience laughed and Y/n thought he would feel terror at the words. What was stopping him now? He could whisper to Bruce or Alfred. To that nice lady from before-

It was then that Y/n realized Lee Thompkins was gone.

Jerome flung a knife straight into the Mayor's gut and Bruce stepped forward, gasping in time with the crowd. Y/n was torn. Why was he torn?! This was simple! Stop this! Right? Surely he could do something.

And yet... he found he didn't want to. God what the hell was wrong with him?

The Mayor fell and people began panicking. The gun shot started and Y/n moved without thinking, slipping behind a curtain and out of sight. He began to move through the curtains until he was far enough fromAlfred not to be stopped, then he was ducking to make sure he didn't get shot- and he waited.

He saw Jerome and Barbara tie up Lee and then make a call. He spoke loudly- it wasn't hard to make out at least one side of the conversation. His demands didn't make sense. They didn't line up at all with his character. Why...?

His maniacal laughter suddenly cut off as he turned to face his newly terrified audience. The moment was interrupted, though, by a new voice. "Enough!" Y/n stepped out from hiding to get a better view, only to see a man he didn't know. That was a new experience on this night where Y/n seemed to be able to put a name to ever face in this room that mattered. "It's time for you to pack up your little sideshow and leave," the man continued. Jerome was still grinning. That didn't make sense either. Why didn't he seemed bummed that his fun was getting interrupted, or a little tentative around the new player he hadn't planned his game around? How had this guy even gotten in, with all the guards outside? It felt off. Y/n could sense it immediately. Even the man spoke like he was... reading lines.

And Jerome responded in the exact same way. Like he was in a show. Like he was acting.

The movements of the two men and the way they formed words seemed so out of place. Even the shot of the gun Barbara used... none of it seemed natural.

Without thinking, Y/n stepped forward. The small noise his steps made immediately caught Jerome's attention. His eyes light up, his smile relaxing to a much more natural place. This was Jerome. The change was impossible to miss for Y/n, who had been carefully studying him so long.

"You," Jerome called, pointing directly at Y/n for the first time tonight. This felt even more thrilling than when Bruce had been picked. Now there was no charade or manipulation. It was just Jerome and Y/n. "Come here." He held up a gun, obviously ready to threaten someone's life to get Y/n to obey, but he was already moving before the words could leave Jerome's mouth. "What a nice boy." Y/n should have been at least pretending to be phased, but he was far too caught up in analyzing Jerome that he didn't think about how his step was confident and unfaltering, taking him to Jerome without any hesitation. He didn't think about the expression on his face, but how it made Jerome specifically respond. By simply having an emotion other than fear, Y/n had caught Jerome's attention and was reveling in it. Jerome could see that too, and it seemed to entertain him even more.

"You just gonna stare at me all day?" Y/n whispered softly, trying not to let his lips twitch into a smirk. Was he... flirting? It felt like he was suddenly outside of his body, watching this train wreck happen, unsure of who was in control or why he was doing anything he was.

Jerome seemed to be absolutely loving it. "Stand here with me." His voice was soft as silk, near purring. Y/n moved to where he motioned and stayed silent. The problem with his new placement: everyone could see his reactions now, not just Jerome. It was time to start acting at the very least.

Turns out he didn't much need to.

Jerome was easily terrifying as he was charismatic.

Every time Y/n thought he had caught on to Jerome schtick, he did something that threw Y/n off completely again. It was all fun and games, playing at murder but then pulling out some joke shot that didn't really make any sense. Did he actually want to keep all of us hostage? Wasn't it enough to have a few? Bruce, me and Alfred because Bruce was Gotham's golden boy, and he wouldn't let anything happen to me or Alfred. Lee Thompkins because she was his bargaining chip. The four of us would be plenty enough of a bargaining chip, maybe a handful more just in case. Why spare everyone, if he really did like killing so much?

There was something to Jerome that really intrigued Y/n. He wondered what the maniac was really thinking. What really drove him to act this way. To take control of a whole room full of Gotham's richest of the most well meaning... only to ask for ridiculous, nonsensical demands and not kill a single one of us.

Again Y/n got that sense, like something else major was actually happening here.

Y/n was zoning out. Missing things. He couldn't focus on the act going. The show that had more layers than what was originally apparent. He missed the whole throw down with Barbara and Lee as well, but caught the gist: Barbara was apparently in love with JimGordon and fancied that they'd end up together. Lee was apparently getting in the way of that. Blah, blah, blah. Girl drama and psychopaths and romance and delusion. Barbara almost killed Lee. Jerome stopped her. So on and so forth.

Then, Jerome attention was on Y/n again all of a sudden, even though he'd been carefully ignoring the boy he'd called up on stage until that point. He grinned at Y/n, the knife he'd taken fromBarbara manifesting in Jerome's hand. The redhead used it more like a finger than a weapon. He ran the dull side of the back of the blade under Y/n's chin, the flipped it so the blade was pressed gently to Y/n's skin. "My favorite volunteer," he said slowly, stepping far too close for what should have been comfortable. "You know, I've seen you on TV."

"And I, you." He hadn't meant to respond, but it had slipped out before he could stop it.

Jerome's head tilted as he popped his chin in pride. "Well, of course. I was meant to be on the big screen. I made my own way. It was my choice to end up where everyone could see me." He took a deep breath in. "You, however... what a scandal." Suddenly Y/n couldn't breath. Jerome roared in giddy, insane laughter. "There he is!" He turned to the audience, motioning to the slight shake of Y/n's body and the sickly pale tint to his skin. "There's that fear! That fear or hate or disgust or whatever it is you all feel for me... except for you." He looked back at Y/n. "We're so similar, Y/n," he sighed. "I'm an orphan too, you know. I don't fear death either."

"You killed your parents," Y/n managed to get out through gritted teeth.

Jerome tilted his head back and forth. "Details, details." The knife was at Y/n's throat again. "You're no fun anymore, you know. Everyone stops being fun at some point. I will give you one thing: you lasted longer than most." The knife pressed further into Y/n's throat and he sucked in a sharp breath as it broke skin, a single drop of blood making a vibrant path down his pale skin.

Gun shots. Suddenly Jerome spun, pressing Y/n's back to his chest, moving the blade so Y/n's was a hostage instead of the focused on target. There was a bit of chaos in the crowd, and Y/n's eyes widened to see Alfred and Jim Gordon of all people mowing through Jerome's lackies. Jim turned his barrel toward Y/n and Jerome. "Let him go!" He shouted. Jerome's giggle rang right next to Y/n's ear. Whatever weird spell from before that had Y/n controlled and calm and still broke and he flinched back away from the blade. Unfortunately, that only brought him closer to Jerome. After a second Jim defeatedly announced, "I don't have a clean shot. Jerome shifted, obviously eager in his moment of victory.

"Stay calm, Y/n," Alfred eased. Bruce was shuffling, knowing it wouldn't help to rush in but having to use every bit of his self control to stop himself from doing just that. He couldn't lose Y/n too. His brother was part of the quickly dwindling family he still had left.

Jerome's breath sounded in Y/n's ear as he gritted his teeth, switching from plying a game to planning an escape. Of course he wanted to get out of here alive. "It seems like we've got ourselves in a bit of a pickle. "What do you say Sweetheart?" Jerome mumbled in his ear. He was twitching, rocking a little from foot to foot. "Why don't we boost our ratings, hm?" The knife moved from one side of Y/n's throat to the other, drawing the smallest line of blood. Y/n gasped, his body shaking in suddenly very real fear. He wondered if this is how his parents had felt, or if they'd died too fast to really be afraid of dying at all. "Smile." Jerome began his wild, broken chittering of a laugh again.

This was familiar. Jerome had been waiting all night to kill someone, and for whatever reason he hadn't. Unfortunately, that meant he was definitely not going to hesitate to now. Y/n closed his eyes, and echoing, "NO!" Coming from his younger brother before he was sure he was about to be enveloped by darkness.

"I said, enough." Jerome let go of Y/n in surprise and both boys turned, unsure where to move from here. Not knowing how to switch gears. There stood the man from earlier. Theo Galavant. Theo grabbed Jerome by the color and drove a knife into the side of his neck. Y/n made a weird, half-choking, half-squeaking sound as the blade made impact into flesh, the audience gasping behind him.

Y/n couldn't move. He fell backwards, tripping over his own feet and barely catching himself as he made his way off the stage and to the ground. Theo must have thought he was further, but he heard it. He heard what the man said next. "I know, I know, I know," he cooed as Jerome choked, dying. Y/n blinked, trying to clear his head. So many thoughts were swimming through it and his chest had begun to tighten and twist. He couldn't breathe. He could still hear though. "This isn't what we rehearsed. I'm so sorry Jerome. You have real talent! But no, you see, the plot thickens. Enter: the hero."

Something horrible settled into Y/n's stomach as Jerome spoke again, his voice weak and raspy. "You... said... I was... gonna be..." He died before the sentence could finish, and Y/n was running. Ramming into Bruce, the boys holding each other tightly as Alfred enveloped them both with his arms.

"It's over," Alfred reassured. "You're safe now, Y/n, it's okay."

The words sounded sincere and full of relief, but Y/n couldn't shake that things were far from over. In fact, he was sure they'd only just begun.

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queenofgotham800 · 5 years ago

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Storm And Sun

(Roman Sionis x Reader)

Warnings: Gramatical Errors, Swearing, sadness/depresion(?)

(A/n): Roman has a bad days, sometimes not even Victor can calm him down. For situations like that, Vic has you. His best friend, Roman's love interest and driver.

You were standing outside Black Mask's club, smoking and watching rain slowly drop from sky to ground. Rain and foggy weather were typical for Gotham, sun was shining only rarely here. You watched smoke escaping your lips, annoyed from boredom.

Roman was probably somewhere in club, maybe in his apartment. If he was in his apartment, he would be watching you from window. This made you uncomfrontable, so you threw cigarete on ground and went back to club.

Since you were working for him as his driver, you could be in club long as you wanted, under one circumstance, you couldn't drink. Well, you could, but just water, also you had food for free.

It was actually Zsasz, who wanted you as Roman's driver, after Black Canary betrayed and left the Black Mask's club. You knew Victor way before he started work for Roman Sionis. You were working really close for one mob in Gotham, it were good times.

But it looked like Vic changed his oppinions, becouse Roman started slowly replacing him with you.

It actually seemed that Roman was obsessed with you. From time to time you found expensive gifts from him in your apartment.

When you entered club, Victor catched your arm.

-Where were you, I was looking for you.- he said and tightened the grip.

-I was outside?- You shaked hand out from his grip and made you way to the bar. -Just let me go.-

-Princess, C'mon..- said Victor.

-What?- You turned.

Club was weirdly quiet without Black Canary, who was replaced by some singer with ordinary voice.

-Its about Roman... - Victor said with concerned expresion.

-What about him?- you didn't cared much about your boss, even when he cared too much for you.

-He has bad days.. -

-Everybody has bad days. When Roman has bad day, that doesn't means that world is gonna blow.- you smirked, becouse you knew that Victor can't calm him down, -And how can I help?- you asked boredly, hearing swearing from second floor.

-C'mon, we know what feelings he has for you... - Victor put his hand on your shoulder, -Even when you doesn't accept him, he really likes you. And that's something.-

-Fine.. Give me hour or two.-

You put down your driver gloves and made your way to the doors of Romans apartment.

You knocked at the door, just to hear angry Roman.

-Who the fuck is it? Go Away!- it wasn't certain if he was just too angry or crying.

-Roman?- you said, he was quiet, so you entered his apartment. His apartment was big, half empty, but some things changed. When you were here long time ago, he didn't had here few artefacts. You couldn't ignore broken cups and food laying on the ground.

-(Y/n) is that you?- he asked desperately. His voice was comming from the sofa, where he was laying, hugging pillows in tears. You were shocked, you never thought that he could be depressed like that.

-Roman? Yes.. - you came closer to him, -Victor sent me.- Roman sat, tears in his eyes ran slowly down his red face.

-If you tell this somebody, I will find a replacement for you.- He said and grabbed his head, looking on the ground.

-I wont.. - you were sure that he would replace you only if you betrayed him, he wouldn't hurt you, well at least you hoped that he wouldn't. What were those sudden feelings for him?

You sat next to him, looking at his heavenly blue eyes, fulled with pain. What was cause of it, you knew, but you still wanted to ask him.

-What happened?-

-She betrayed me, that bitch.. - Roman said and on my big surprise he hugged me.

He was looking so fragile, soft, angry and dangerous at the same time.

Oh, and the bitch, that he was talking about.. That was probably Black Canary. You knew he was feeling something for her, maybe not love, but it was clearly something. You remember the way he used to look at her, the same way Victor is looking at him. But when Roman looks on you, there is something much, much different.

-Shh.. - you pulled him in tighter hug and waited until he didn't calmed down.

-Promise me you never betray me. - Roman broke hug, glaring at you.

-I will never betray you, I promise. - you said, and you felt something unexpected. No.. you didn't wanted to fell in love with him, not now..

*Don't hold those feelings babe, you held them for already some time. You can love him.. * sounded first thought in your head. ^Oh, great.. You can't, you can't love him.. Why would you? He is a monster, hiding behind a black mask.. Remember what he done to Erica?^ different thought in your head was telling you this is bad idea. ^He deserves to be unloved..^ *Everybody deserves love* your thoughts were fighting, and all you could do was just look into Roman's blue eyes.

You wouldn't betray him, why would you. He was so good on you, he gave you apartment, when you had no home. He gave you food and water for free, he gave you job, expensive gifts.. He gave you reason to live and try to love again.

-I see you made few changes in your apartment, I like those statues.- you pointed across the room.

-These are my favourite artefacts, plus the shrunked head right there.- Roman sobbed a little, but he started smiling at you.

-Right in your living room.. That's so epic.- you smirked and then you felt how is he pulling you closer to himself. You leaned on his shoulder and Roman turned a radio. They were playing It's Oh So Quiet from Lucy Woodward. Such a calm and beautifull song for this moment.

-You are sun in my storm.- Roman whispered kissed you on top of your head.

-I think i just fell in love with you. - you smirked and kissed him on lips. He was surprised, so were you, but none of you broke the kiss.

Then you lay on his shoulder again, both of you enjoying peacefull moment, untill you both fell asleep.

When Victor came to Roman's room and saw you sleeping on sofa, yes, he was sorta jealous.. But he was also happy for Roman and you too. Then he left to guard club, from uninvited guests and club-fights.

And you.. You finaly found someone to be happy with.

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missjoker96 · 4 years ago

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Hello my lovely clown friends! :)

This is part two of "Arthur getting new medication"

I hope you guys like this story.

Enjoy it. ♡♡♡

It's Arthur's point of view.

The clown comes out to play

Disclaimer: mentall illness

I was half asleep and dreamed at the same time.

It was early in the afternoon.

After the passionate kiss of my beloved (Y/N) ended, we both became tired and layed down on our couch in the living room.

We cuddled up together and wanted to rest a little. It was peaceful to lay on the couch with the one you love. And to think about nothing like the world around you stand still.

I could hear her breath against my face and her heartbeat, because my hand was on her chest. Everything was perfect and nothing or nobody could disturb us. The only problem was my shadow, because he begged for coming out and I couldn't hide him anymore. It was too early to show (Y/N) my other self, but I couldn't wait anymore. Joker wouldn't wait longer, because he wasn't patient. I made (Y/N) curious and the result is to risk it and give her a look at my protector, the clown in red suit. Red has always been my favourite colour. My suit explains it and (Y/N) knew that. I could tell her anything, but I am always getting nervous when she looks at me with this curious face expression as if I hide something from her. I want to be honest with her and I have promised her that.

Suddenly I opened my eyes and looked at (Y/N). She looked so sweet and innocent during her slumber, but then I heard her whispering my name. This made me happy and I kissed her cheek.

"I love you, (Y/N)." I whispered into her ears and stroked her hair.

She smiled and opened her eyes. I hope I didn't wake her and smiled back at her.

"I love you too, Arthur." She kissed my lips and placed her hands on my cheeks. I loved it when she did that and began to play with my curls. (Y/N) loved it to play with my messy hair and I always giggled and enjoyed it. I could have continued like that, but then the final question came.

(Y/N) looked me in the eyes and asked me.

"Can you introduce me Joker?"

I heard him inside of me. He wished to come out and say hello to (Y/N). And I thought about the consequences, because he would take the over hand in the end. He was my shadow and created by childhood trauma. I couldn't ignore him. It was impossible. My eyes were fixed at her and I slowly answered.

"I can do that. He is already begging for freedom and I can't hold him back anymore. He is part of me, (Y/N)." I felt nervous again and this time it was worse. It was a sign to finally show her my dark side. After taking a deep breath I kissed her lips deeply and spoke those hard words.

"I am going to show you Joker now."

I couldn't believe what I've just said, but it had to be done. (Y/N) was glad and smiled at me in a sweet way. She stroked my cheeks again and said something that turned me on. Or better said it turned Joker on. "Then don't let him wait longer. Let him come out, Arthur. I am curious."

I smirked and could feel the presence of my shadow. The only missing parts were the suit, the make up and the hair dye.

"Give him about twenty minutes. Joker needs time to prepare himself for you, (Y/N)."

I could see the excited look in her eyes as I left and went into the bathroom. I locked up the door and got undressed until I only wore my underwear anymore. Then the transformation could begin. First I took the green hair dye and put it around my hair until my hair was covered green. I gave my hair and my head a soft massage to let the hair dye soak in. Of course I listened to music while I turned into Joker and it was nothing more than my favourite song That's Life from Frank Sinatra. I hummed the lines and danced around in the small bathroom.

"That's life.. That's what all the people say."

Once the hair dye soaked in, I washed it out and combed my hair back. I used hair gel to fix my stubborn curls and made my hair look shiny. The next step was the white face paint. I brushed it all over my face and a few parts of my neck too. Arthur slowly disappeared and the most important part came now. I painted blue triangles above and below my eyes and the left one longer than the right. I loved that part so much and continued with the wide red fake smile. This damn smirk. Every clown needed a red smile and a red nose, because this was the next step. I painted my nose red and two red eye brows above my blue triangles. My Joker make up was finished.

I grabbed my suit and put on my red pants, my green shirt, the yellow vest and the red jacket. I wore white socks to my brown shoes and felt not like Arthur anymore. He disappeared and Joker appeared. The clown was ready to introduce himself to (Y/N).

I turned the radio off and unlocked the door.

My body language fully changed as I entered the living room where (Y/N) read the latest newspaper.

I smirked widely and felt very confident and sexy.

Before I could say anything, (Y/N) fixed her eyes at me and looked kinda shocked and surprised at the same time. Did I scare her with my clown make up? She should be used to it, because of my Carnival make up.

Well, Carnival and Joker are two different clowns. Two different personalities, but always the same person behind the mask.

I kept my eyes at her and she stood up and covered her mouth with her hands.

"Oh my god! Is that really you, Arthur?"

She must have been shocked, because I have changed a lot with the make up, the hair dye and the red suit. My favourite part of this clown look.

I stepped closer and took out a red rose from behind my back. It was offered to my beautiful girlfriend and I smiled at her.

"It's Joker.. Please call me Joker!"

She looked at me from head to feet and noticed the red rose which I offered her and took it thankfully. She must have been speechless and didn't know what to say.

I decided to ask her.. "Is everything alright, (Y/N)?"

She smelled at the rose and looked into my green eyes. "Yes, Joker.. You are so handsome and sexy in your red suit. Thank you for the rose!"

I smirked and offered her my hand.

"May I take you outside for a walk, sweetheart?" I love to call her that, because she means everything to me. I might be Joker now, but I'm also Arthur. He hides behind the make up while Joker had his time and fun.

(Y/N) blushed and took my hand before she answered. "I would love to go out with you for a walk."

I could see the shyness in her eyes, but also the excitement. I wish I would feel confident with Arthur too, not only with Joker now. Sometimes you need to do the wrong thing to get things right.

"I am glad to hear that. Let's go then!" I leaded her towards the door and opened it for her. (Y/N) smiled and took my hand while we walked to the elevator.

I wasn't sure how she felt, but I was excited to go out with her in my full Joker mode. This was a sign for me that this could only mean the best or the worst, because people haven't seen Joker with a girl yet. They respected me as Joker, but not all. A few were against me and hated clowns. I touched my pockets and felt my gun and a knife. My weapons against my enemies. (Y/N) wouldn't be happy if she finds out that I'm carrying two dangerous weapons with me.

We left the building and Joker's adventures could begin..

"Are you ready to walk these streets of Gotham with Joker?" I asked (Y/N) and she smiled at me in a lovely way.

"Of course my handsome Joker. Show me this city!" She sounded excited as I thought and we both began to walk away from Anderson Ave. I felt so good and people noticed me. They saw me! Joker was visible.

My red suit was visible.

Good that I chosed red. It was always a good colour and my favourite one.

"I will show you everything I know my sweet (Y/N)." I would show her everything. And it would take the whole afternoon if not even more, but this was my time to let the clown play his games. (Y/N) looked at me and crossed her arm with mine which made me smirk again. My smirk was already big enough, because of the red face paint. I could feel a real smirk under the make up and this was truly beautiful.

"Was that a smirk under your make up?"

I heard her asking and agreed.

"Yes, it was a real smirk. I can't tell if it was Arthur's or Joker's smirk." I was joking, because I knew the real answer and (Y/N) knew it too. She laughed and patted my shoulder gently.

"This must have been a joke, right?"

She kept laughing and I joined her.

"Hahaha.. not at all, because I have a better one to tell. Would you like to hear it?"

(Y/N) shook her head and listened to me while we kept on walking. We have passed already the William Street and I saw people looking at me in a weird way. Didn't they know me? I have brought chaos to Gotham and those people looked at me as if I was the bad guy. I mean I became bad, because of society's fault. They want chaos and they got it.

But back to reality..

I was lost in the past for a moment, but (Y/N) took me back to the presence with a soft hand shake. She even asked me if I'm okay and looked at me.

"Joker?"

I suddenly blinked my eyes and answered her. "Yes?"

Her voice helped me to come back and I realized that I was hallucinating again, but from the past. The past of Joker's beginning.

This happened if I didn't take my meds.

"Is everything alright with you?"

(Y/N) looked worried at me and I had to find a good answer to make her believe me.

"I am fine, (Y/N). I was just thinking about a good joke, but I don't know a good one."

Too bad for Joker, because he usually know good jokes and began to laugh. It felt funny and I laughed very hard. People stared at me and I laughed.

"Hahahahahahahaha.. Hahahahahahahaha."

(Y/N) looked at me worried and took my hands. She squeezed them gently and waited until my laugh calmed down.

Once it was over, I breathed gently and smirked again. "Forgive me, but people stare in a weird way as if they have seen a walking dead zombie. A zombie, hahaha. A little invasion could do better for Gotham."

It was because they saw me. They saw Joker and I enjoyed it. At least I thought so until I heard a laugh. It came from the side and it was a young man. Did he laugh at me?

(Y/N) took my hand and told me to ignore them, because they were stupid if they laughed at me. I couldn't ignore that and anger grew inside of me.

"Why do you laugh at me?" I asked and fixed my eyes at him. He took a look at me and came closer. His friends were waiting and watching from a short distance.

"What's your problem, clown? I can laugh at whoever I want."

This guy didn't respect me as he should. I wasn't a fucking circus clown if he thought that. This angered me even more and I had to control myself.

"I have a problem with you, yes. You know who I am, right?" I made it worse with questioning this guy.

I felt sorry, because of (Y/N). She had to watch and listen how I argued with this respectless guy. He didn't look rich or poor and didn't wear a suit like some kind of business men. He simply looked like a man of middle class and about 30 years. Younger than me, but it didn't matter. I just wanted to know the reason why he laughed at me and then we would continued our own way, but he provoked me and this was his biggest mistake.

Finally he managed to answer my question.

"No, why should I know a freak in red suit? Did you escape from a circus, clown?" The guy laughed again and his friends joined him.

My patience was over and I wanted to scream into the air, so everybody could hear it. I didn't care if people watched me, because this was enough to wake Joker's dark side.

I grabbed my knife, because it was decent and didn't make loud noises like a gun. I carried both with me, but this time I chosed the knife. I hid it under my jacket and looked into the guy's eyes. He should know who I am before I hurt him.

"Ohh. You should know me. I am no circus clown. I am a freak with a knife, because you have just insulted Joker. Time to play a little, huh?" I smirked evily at him and held my knife against his neck.

(Y/N) noticed the knife and screamed.

"Joker! Don't do this. Please, I beg you."

She meant it good with me, but Joker took over hand and he was someone who should be respected or feared in the end. And I didn't listen to (Y/N). I listened to the music in my head and laughed very crazy.

"Hahahahaha.."

I pushed the knife into the guy's chest and he sank to the ground in front of my eyes. His friends couldn't believe what I have done and one called the police. The others were bothering my girl and I became mad. They even touched her and tried to hurt her, because I have punished this respectless guy. My eyes were fixed at them and I forgot to grab my knife again. It was covered with blood and I wanted to punish them too for bother (Y/N). Nobody was allowed to bother Joker's girl.

"Alright, I guess you both are next.. Get your dirty hands off from my girlfriend."

I threatened them with the bloody knife and wanted to protect my beloved one. She should see that Joker can protect her. And I could protect her, no matter what it costs.

But the fun ended as I heard a serious voice behind me..

Cops.. They found me!

I heard them talking seriously.

"Hands up and let your weapons fall."

The voice wasn't familiar to me. It wasn't Detective Garrity or Detective Burke.

It didn't matter. They got me and I couldn't run off like in past. What if they carried loaded guns? I couldn't risk that and looked at the two guys.

"You both will regret it sooner or later. Nobody should mess with Joker or his girlfriend."

They stared at me like (Y/N) and the cops grabbed my arms and hand cuffed me.

I have been arrested and could have escaped if I wanted. Joker has been arrested and his girlfriend had to watch how the cops took him away.

The cops looked at me and didn't say any word at first. Maybe they wanted me to talk first, but I only laughed. The thought of using my knife against a clown hater was a funny thought and the cops finally spoke.

"Stop laughing you freak!"

He leaded me into the police car and got into the driver side. The other one seemed to enjoy it and only laughed at his partner.

"He wants to laugh. Let's see how long he will laugh once he sits in a dark room."

How sweet. They thought it would bother me to be locked up in a dark room. I prefered the white room more, but I didn't care. My thoughts remained on (Y/N). What if she hated me now for doing such a stupid crime?

This was my biggest fear now and I kept my mouth closed the whole way to Arkham.

We arrived at the place where I felt safe.

Safer than at Appartment 8J.

If I told that (Y/N).. She would be sad to hear that and it hurt me.

Back at Arkham..

The cops grabbed my arms and took me into the building.

"Be a good clown or we have to teach you some manners." The voice belonged to one of the social workers here and I only smirked at the woman.

"My name is Joker.." I said and looked into her face with a wide smirk.

The woman rolled her eyes and pointed at the jail straight ahead.

"Bring him into the dark room and check his pockets. We can't trust this.. Joker!" She called me Joker.

I liked this woman already, but I couldn't forget (Y/N).

The cops leaded me to my room and took my gun from my pocket. It was my only weapon anymore, but who cared.

They locked me up and I was alone again.

I took a seat on the cold ground and thought about a funny joke.

My laugh set in again and it turned out to be a hysterical one. I laughed so hard that other prisoners knocked against the wall.

"Hahahahahaha.. Hahahahahaha.. Hahahahahaha.. Hahahahahaha.."

I put my hand on my throat and coughed to get some air to breath in.

"Shut up, freak!" They had no idea that they talked to the saviour of Gotham.

That wasn't the problem. I would escape from Arkham. They maybe thought that I'm a stupid clown, but I was clever.

I had my own ways to escape from an Asylum.

And then it was silent. Maybe I could have some peace. I layed down and tried to sleep, but it was hard for me. The time felt endless and I tried it with closing my eyes and force myself to fall asleep.

Impossible.

Finally I gave it up and stared at the locked door in front of my eyes.

What if someone comes and opens it in front of my eyes? It was my chance to escape and steal a gun from a cop. And then shoot him in his face. The perfect crime!

I would do that.

Suddenly someone unlocked the door.

I couldn't believe my eyes!

It was (Y/N).

"Hello Joker. I'm here to bring you out. We talk about everything later. Hurry up!"

She was sweet. Did she really come here to help me breaking out of Arkham?

She must truly love me.

"I knew you would come and help your Joker to escape from Arkham. I love you so much, (Y/N)." I wanted to kiss her, but she was faster and smirked.

"You were naughty, but I forgive you. Let's get you out of here. I gave them all a sleeping pill and they won't wake up the next hour."

I stared at her surprised and followed her out of the dark room and we both hurried to the exit.

We walked hand in hand out of Arkham as if nothing happened and ran through the city. Of course we took the way back to Anderson Ave and once we arrived, we continued to walk again.

I smirked at (Y/N) while she caught her breath.

"You are so fast. I had to do to follow you, Joker."

"That's something we both have in common. Arthur and I, but I have to thank you for saving me."

She looked at me in a way as if she wanted something else. I couldn't wait and pulled her into a deep passionate kiss.

I was glad that she accepted my kiss and put her fingers into my green curly hair.

This day was special, because (Y/N) helped me to escape from Arkham.

And I couldn't wait for the day where Joker saves his girlfriend...

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